Low self-esteem gate.
No relation to Dunkin’ Donuts. Or ‘The French Connection’.
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Tags: fake Dunkin Donuts, sad gate, signage
Apparently there is a video game about Catz. I presume gameplay centers around yarn-batting, with extra points for big eyes, fluffiness, and generally being a kitty.
Walking past this salon I thought they’d used Wendy O. as their mascot. Nope! Just a random punk lady glowing over a roomful of Dominican ladies done up in enormous curlers at 11pm on a Thursday.
Easy there, Hulk. Focus on one social message at a time and you’ll have more impact.
Ziiiinc! Come baaack, zinc! ZINC! (‘A World Without Zinc’ HAS to be based on ‘Spring Fever’, an actual histronic educational movie about the horrors of a world without a particular unloved item).
It took me a minute of staring to realize this said ‘Forty’, not ‘Farty’. Classy.
Queso Boricua? Queso Columbiano? ?Que queso es el mejor?? Aaaayyy, que problema.
BUY AMERICAN (envelopes).
Tags: envelopes, kitties, ZIIIIIINC!
None of these photos were taken anywhere near the Puerto Rican Day Parade, in time or space (in fact they were taken a week after), but they do fall into the general season for bold displays of borinquen pride (generally accepted as April through September).
This has nothing to do with Puerto Rico and everything to do with some guys fixing a kid’s motorized Escalade.
Tags: boricua, flags, presumably airhorns
Waiting for the 6 train, I began idly scanning magazines lining the walls of the subterranean snack kiosk. Some had been there for a fluorescent-aged eternity, others were the latest edition. However, quite a number of them had post-it notes stuck to them. At first I assumed this was a way to mark certain months or editions. Then I noticed their placement:
Yep. They were chastity post-its, covering up scandalous cleavage so the eye wouldn’t commit the sin of oggling. Apparently this goes for cleavage of all kinds.
I’m assuming this has something to do with Islamic law, as more intensive versions of censorship have come to light, most hilariously the Photoshopped covers of Mariah Carey albums sold in Saudi Arabia. What I’m still unsure of is whether the cover-up was for the sake of the kiosk operators or us, the gullible masses. Whoever’s eyes were to be averted, there were some major quality control issues going on. Trina’s ass is too much, but Katy Perry’s boobs get a free pass? What are your parameters?!
Several weeks ago I stumbled squinting from the subterranean darkness of work out into a sparklingly overcast day. Passing a nearby music venue I did a double-take:
The Insane Clown Posse? Here? While there’s an urban vampire movement scattered in small clumps around Brooklyn and parts of Queens, The Dark Carnival has yet to make a deep impression in New York City (not counting their ironically appreciating fanbase among the supposedly erudite). Insane Clown Posse are proudly Midwestern, and despite both urban vampires and Juggalos trading in ridiculous makeup, eye contacts, baggy bondage pants and a love of the cartoonishly, gratuitously violent, the two groups appear to have little crossover*.
Please bear in mind, I wandered outside at about 2:00 pm. Doors for the show couldn’t have opened earlier than 7:00 pm, and yet there were devoted Juggalos in full make up lined up outside behind the barricade. I suspect the Juggalos showed up first, then, realizing the the crowd potential, the management set up the barricade 5 hours earlier than expected.
*As I haven’t deeply researched this, I could be totally wrong. Perhaps there’s a series of anthropological papers out on the confluence of the urban and suburban relationship between these two groups and their respective love of clown-themed horror-rap.
Tags: getting a ride from your parents, juggalos, the dark carnival
