For some reason I decided it would be interesting to watch an episode of a random show that I’ve never seen and see how much I can make my head hurt while writing a running diary. This could either be awesome or the worst thing ever written.
What Show:Gilmore Girls, Season 5 Episode 17: Pulp Friction Why: I had heard of the show, but decided I needed to do this when the internet went crazy that it was added to Netflix. This episode was chosen mostly out of my love for Mr. Quentin Tarantino. What I Know: Not too much except that my girl Lauren Graham is the star. I can’t count the number of times that she has made me cry on Parenthood.
We don’t get a previously on. Damn you Netflix.
0:00: Some guy is yelling about people returning ribbons. Kirk, the ribbon guy is having a back and forth with Luke. Apparently Luke just reconciled with someone named Lorelei and somehow that is related to the ribbons. Now Kirk is in a screaming match with a woman named Lulu. She won’t give back the ribbon because its pink. “This is bigger than your love of pink,” yells Kirk as he chases after her. This guy is quite the character. Here comes my girl Lauren though to save us. My detective skills tell me that she is Lorelei because she is kissing Luke. Like a nice boyfriend he offers her coffee. “Say that slower and with your pants off,” responds Lauren. Wow she is a firecracker, I love it. Next up she does a Godfather impersonation. She is officially my dream girl, this Luke must be a real idiot to of let her go. Kirk has returned with Lulu’s shirt which happens to have the ribbon on it. Poor Lulu is now off wandering the streets with no shirt.
0:02: Judging from the opening credits this is a buddy cop show starring a young girl and Lauren Graham. OMG Melissa McCarthy is in this!!!! Why did no one tell me this? Now I understand the internet’s obsession.
0:03: Here comes the young girl from the credits and she is with my boy Cary from The Good Wife. This show is bringing out all of my favorites. Judging by Cary’s turtleneck he is rich. He has a key to cafeteria so its time for some ice cream. Young girl get sidetracked though by some cocoa puffs. Puffs and ice cream, someone is going to have a stomach ache tomorrow. She wants to pay for her puffs. Thats not how stealing works you silly girl. As they go to find the ice cream she leaves some money, what a sweetheart. That is a power couple if I’ve ever seen one.
0:05: My girl Lauren and Melissa McCarthy are together. And Melissa is pregnant. And yes I will most likely refuse to use their character names. Travel Magazine is coming to photograph them for being one of the top 10 inns in Connecticut. To make matters even better there are cakes on every table. Now that is my kind of inn. A flamboyant gentlemen named Michelle comes in. I think he asks who missed Michelle but not sure since I can’t understand a word that is coming out of his mouth. He just got back from California where he found a place that everyone talks like him. I need to get that address so I make sure to never go there. He brought gifts: a snow globe for Lauren and a book for Melissa. Kind of a crappy present for Melissa, she could get a book anywhere. Guess what Michelle says. Lauren answers, “You got your boobs done by same person who did Pamela Anderson’s.” Boom Lauren served him. Apparently he got scouted to be on The Price is Right while at the farmers market. Melissa ain’t buying what he’s selling. Michelle admits he might’ve had to stand in line and wear a crazy shirt to get on the show. Despite his lies he won over 0,00 in cash and prizes. Then why the cheap gifts asks Lauren. Another strong zinger from my girl. Lauren 2, Michelle 0.
0:08: Kirk wants these ribbons so bad that he followed a lady into the bathroom to retrieve hers. Lauren is inhaling some fries and now she wants some pie. Bad news though lame Luke didn’t save her a piece of pie. She left him a voicemail but he isn’t smart enough to check it. I’m not buying it, even my grandma can do that. Lauren puts herself number one on his speed dial, but what about the voicemail?? It seems kind of a big step considering you guys just reconciled. She is heading back to the inn and reminds Luke that they have a date on Sunday. “I’ll leave you a voicemail letting you know your chances of getting lucky,” she says. Please someone help this poor guy learn to check his voicemail! On her way out Kirk tells her she is beating Luke with the ribbons. What is the deal with these damn ribbons? Loser in the ribbon contest pays for dinner. Luke doesn’t remember agreeing to that. “I must have left that on your voicemail,” says Lauren. If this was NBA Jam she would be on fire.
0:11: We now find out that the buddy cops are mother and daughter. They’re going to go shopping later. The young girl is going to Friday night dinner which prompts an evil laugh from Lauren. How bad could this dinner be?
0:12: Judging by his personality Kirk seems to be pretty lonely. “You probably sleep over at each other’s houses,” he asks Luke about his relationship. Personal question brah. Lulu is his first girlfriend. Might not be his girlfriend for much longer after the shirt incident I’m thinking. “I had an imaginary girlfriend but she left me,” he says. Also he lives with his mother, who is supposedly allergic to Lulu. I didn’t get much of a glimpse of Lulu but I’m thinking she could do better. Luke is life coaching Kirk, telling him he needs to grow up and be a man. Interesting coming from a 40-year old that’s always wearing a backwards baseball cap.
0:14: Lauren’s daughter is at a rich persons house. This must be the dreaded Friday night dinner. Rory is her name and these are her grandparents. In that five-seconds we just scored some real valuable intel. Grandma is being pretty snotty to the maid Olympia. Bombshell dropped by Rory that Mama isn’t coming tonight. Grandma looks real sad as she stares off at the now extra plate. Why isn’t Lauren coming? She might get Olympia fired. Quick fade to black and now dinner is over and Rory is leaving. Grandpa thinks it was a pleasant evening. “What dinner where you at,” replies Grandma. She is so mad that Lauren wasn’t here that she goes straight for a drink. She then refers to Luke as a filthy diner owner and wonders what the problem is. I’m thinking maybe that. Apparently Grandma talked to Luke to help him reconcile with Lauren. They wonder if maybe he didn’t go through with it. Grandma now calls Luke an imbecile. Now I’m getting why Lauren did the evil laugh.
0:17: It’s shopping time. Lauren couldn’t find anything. She is sad that she has no look. It’s so bad that she wants to follow some lady to steal her clothes. Uh oh nice day ruined when they see Logan aka Cary having coffee with another girl. Damn I was about to defend my boy and say they could just be studying, but he is holding hands and gave her a little cheek kiss. Rory isn’t worked up about it but Mom is. Rory says its no big deal cause her and Cary are keeping things casual. “Aren’t you guys sleeping together,” asks Lauren. “Its college,” responds Rory. Play on playa.
0:18: Back to the inn and the reporter is here. Michelle appears to be the front desk attendant, but the only thing he is attending to is causing a scene in front of the reporter.
0:19: Rory is working hard at her desk and here comes Cary aka Mr. Casual. He knows he was busted at the coffee place. She is cool, no strings attached remember she says. Yeah I do remember Natalie Portman could’ve done so much better. And now he wants to get coffee with Rory, what a coffee slut.
0:20: Its time to take some pictures of the inn. Michelle is going off again. His Price is Right winnings are here. It’s an RV and he’s furious that they won’t give him 0,000 instead. He’s being so rude to this poor delivery guy, told him to drop dead. Michelle doesn’t even deserve this RV. They need to move it ASAP though to get these pictures taken. Michelle is going to try and move it but I’m guessing that isn’t going to work out especially since he’s comparing it to a space shuttle. It’s too late the reporter is calling it all off. Lauren is going off on Michelle. You tell him! She should fire him while she’s at it.
0:23: Guy walks up to Rory reading and asks “Business or pleasure.” What a line killa. He gets right to it and invites her to a Quentin Tarantino themed party. Sounds awesome even though this guy seems like a dweeb.
0:24: Michelle is showing his motor home to some people instead of working and for some reason Lauren feels bad about yelling at him. C’mon girl he deserved it, he is a horrible human being. Then just as Michelle is about to take only ,000 for the motor home Lauren saves the day. Now she is talking it up the customers, what an angel she is. She apologizes to him and he’s still being mean. “I couldn’t run this inn without you,” Lauren says. I have a hard time believing that.
0:27: Wow Lauren is looking good, she must’ve found her look. She calls Rory to tell her that she isn’t feeling it. Rory calms her down and then catches Mom up on her playa ways. Luke shows up and in the upset of the century he isn’t wearing a baseball cap. That must be a work only thing. Instead he is black and leathered out. In his truck she finds a reggae CD and she isn’t digging it. He isn’t a reggae kind of guy according to her. You would think he cheated on her with the CD the way she is acting.
0:30: Time for the Tarantino party. Are these the kind of parties they have at Yale? Makes me wish I was a lot smarter. Australian John Travolta from Pulp Fiction is the birthday boy. Oh snap Cary is here with a date. He is dressed as Bruce Willis from Pulp Fiction, pretty solid choice. We get a real awkward stand off between the two couples.
0:31: Luke and Lauren are back from dinner. This show really doesn’t like showing dinners. They hear a noise in the garage. Luke grabs a shovel, he is ready to bring the pain. What do they find? Kirk is naked and sleeping in a boat. He took Luke’s advice and left his mother’s house. Lauren is letting him stay in Rory’s room for the night. I hope Luke didn’t check the voicemail because I don’t think he’s getting any tonight.
0:34: Rory’s date Robert is rambling about getting an inheritance and having a bunch of illegitimate kids as life goals. I think he is joking. Australian Travolta is drunk and hits on Rory. Here comes Cary and he looks jealous. He thinks Robert is a jerk. Yep he’s definitely jealous. They run off to the corner and he makes his move. He wants them to go, someone is regretting his casual relationship. Rory is on fire.
0:37: Lauren is real worked up about Rory being a playa. She misses being able to play the mom card with her. Kirk walks by still with no clothes and Luke chases after him. Maybe Luke will get lucky tonight.
0:39: Here comes Grandma into the diner and watch out she looks pissed. “What is wrong with you besides your obvious lack of fashion sense,” she yells at Luke. Damn she really hates this guy. He secretly calls Lauren and puts the convo on speakerphone. Look who can use his phone all of a sudden! Lauren makes her entrance. Grandma wants all the credit for fixing their relationship but apparently she is the one who broke it. That doesn’t surprise me considering all the shots at Luke. Damn Lauren tells Momma to shut up. “I got to say I’m suddenly a big fan of speed dial,” adds Luke. Well done sir.
0:41: Rory tells her mom that Kirk asked if he could stay at her dorm. Kirk needs to be locked up. The ladies gossip about their love lives.
0:42: Michelle has sold the motor home, but guess what he finds in it. Come on you can do it. Yes, Kirk and he is still naked! In summary we have seen Kirk take a woman’s shirt off her in public, follow a woman into the restroom, ask to live in a young girl’s dorm and break into both a shed and motor home. Like I said lock him up.
Conclusion: It’s killing me not knowing the deal with those damn ribbons. Why were they so special? And most importantly: FREE MELISSA MCCARTHY!!!
My mother was just 48 when I lost her. I was 24. In a way we knew that it was coming. She had stage four lung cancer and it was only a matter of time until I would have to face the heartbreaking reality of losing her at a young age. I realized she would not be there to ever see me or my sister get married nor would she ever get the opportunity to be a grandmother. She wouldn’t be around to celebrate 30 years of marriage with my father and she wouldn’t be there to help me through the troubles most 24 year olds have along the way. I think of her every single day, she is the first thought on my mind the minute I wake up and she is the last thought before I lay my head down to go to sleep.
Through the heartbreak, change, and devastation I have learned some key points that will help me along with several others on the healing journey.
1. Nothing lasts forever.
Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness always comes light and you get reminded of this each and every morning. Bad times make good times better. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad, So we all might as well smile while we are still here.
2. Love is stronger than death.
My relationship with my mom continues on each and every day and will for the rest of my life. I see pieces of her in myself every time I look in the mirror. She lives on through me. When I hear mine and my mom’s song “Some Kind of Wonderful” by Grand Funk Railroad I feel as if we are together. Physical planes cannot separate love and i know this to be true.
3. It will forever be a part of who I am.
I’ve met many people after losing my mom. It’s almost as if I want to introduce myself as “Hi, I’m Jenna, I’m only 25 years old, I’m a motherless daughter and I lost my mom to lung cancer.” The question “So tell me about your parents?” is like nails on a chalk board. Those who truly know me and knew my mom know pretty much every heartbreaking detail of the pain I’ve endured after losing her, but for those who I’ve recently met or have yet to meet have no idea. Losing my mom has reshaped who I am, how I see the world, and has changed my life forever.
4. Memories are gold.
Oh the memories, they flood through my mind all the time. The good memories are more so from before she was diagnosed with cancer. But I will literally NEVER forget the last few days of her life. We shared laughs, cries, and all different types of emotions but the memory I will be forever grateful for occurred just minutes before she died. I knew something was wrong, she was rushed to the Medical ICU where her heart rate was sky high and her blood pressure was dangerously low. My heart was beating out of my chest, I grabbed her hand looked her right in the eyes and my last words to her were “I love you so much”. She looked at me, squeezed my hand and she didn’t have to say a word, I knew how much she loved me. In that moment I realized that I have received more love from her in my 24 years with her than most receive in a life time.
5. Some things will just always be out my control.
Watching someone you love suffer is one of the worst experiences you can imagine. All you can do is stick by their side, hold their hand, and try to make them smile through the pain. It’s a huge sense of helplessness and you want to take on the pain for them but some things will forever be out of your control. I fought endlessly to try to save my mom’s life and I just couldn’t, there was nothing more I could do but let her know how loved she was.
6. Music heals.
I personally love music; I love songs with deep meanings. One song that makes me smile when I am feeling down is “Footprints in the Sand” by Leona Lewis. Whenever I hear it, it reminds me that my mom will be right next to me for the rest of my life, not physically but I know her spirit will continue to follow me.
“Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.” – Elton John
7. Life is for the living, so live it.
After a tremendous loss I’ve heard of many people losing themselves or getting caught up in the bad rather than the good. I often find myself doing certain things and I think how unfair it is that my mom isn’t here to enjoy the little pleasure that life brings. I also look at it as more a reason to go out and live. I do the things she loved to do; I do the things I love to do, more so now than ever. Life is just too damn short.
8. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
After my mom passed away I felt a strong urge to share her story with anyone who would listen. I even went as far as writing and publishing a book. I figured if i could make it though the worst time of my life than i could help others do the same. I’ve had random messages online from people telling me how inspiring my mother’s story is, I’ve had strangers come up to me and tell me I’ve helped them through a loss and this is the most rewarding of it all. Through my book and my blogging experience I hope to continue to inspire many more.
I’ve only been on Tinder for two weeks and I’m already disenchanted. While initially it held promise as the hot new app on the block in the online dating world, in my opinion, Tinder fails on too many accounts to really deliver as the ultimate match-maker. Here are the reasons why I think Tinder is tedious.
You can’t judge a book by its cover.
Unlike other dating sites (like OkCupid) where they ask their participants to answer a set of pointed questions so as to carefully organize and encourage suitable matches, Tinder is almost entirely a ‘looks’-based exercise. Firstly, this is just boring. After a while, scrolling through random pics of complete strangers becomes a ‘watching paint drying’ exercise and you quickly lose your ability to discern the ‘look’ you’re actually into anyway. Secondly, pics can be way too deceiving. For example, you rarely get an accurate impression of the candidate’s height and people rarely seem to volunteer this information (my friend recently rocked up to a Tinder date only to discover that her date was a whole foot shorter than her! They were doomed from first (in-person) site.) Also, people naturally choose to promote themselves with pics that are more favorable to them; pics that were taken when they were a few years younger, a few pounds lighter or from that perfect angle. This is all well and good, but with little else to go off, save a few “about me” sentences that usually indicate little more than the fact that he likes to “drink whiskey”, is “confident, employed, and funny”, or “isn’t looking for a hook-up”, the very idea of ever taking the leap and actually meeting up with any of these strangers is kind of ludicrous.
Any chance of romance is lost on the meat market method of “swipe right, swipe left.”
Of course, the nature of all online dating defies the ultimate magic of accidentally meeting the man or woman of your dreams, that force of fate that we all read about as teenagers and fantasized about in Hollywood movies where that ‘special one’ happens to cross your path and light up your world. But if there was any chance of romance in online dating, Tinder swats the crap out of it. The “swipe right, swipe left” method totally cheapens the practice of finding “the one”. It goes like this: “No, no, no… hmm… maybe… ahhh nah-no, y-y-yes, big boobs so yes, absolutely no, not really but I’m bored so I’ll give it a whirl, yes-no, yes, yes, no.” Yep. I’m in love.
How are you meant to feel special when you know that he has 7 other options in his inbox?
Once the match is struck and you actually start “chatting” via Tinder text message, you’re well aware that the guy that’s asking for your dog’s name is likely poppin’ the same question to 7 other girls that very minute. This becomes evident on the first date. You already told him that your pooches name is Peanut, that she’s 3 and half years old, and blind in her left eye (details that an ordinary suitor would be sure to remember), and yet there he goes getting the facts wrong and (no doubt) confusing Peanut for that other girl’s dog, Lulu. This also introduces a feeling of competition. In a most unromantic way. Kind of like how in a job interview, mid vodka cranberry, you find yourself wondering how much better the brunette with the blue dress last night fared.
When everyone’s intentions are so ‘out there,’ the mystery dries up.
Now, my attitudes on this matter may well be informed by my Australian background since we Aussies tend to prefer a less ‘forward’ approach to dating; restraint and mystery will always be looked favourably upon. But regardless of where you’re from, when looking bad on a relationship, often one of the most memorable times is that very early stage when everything was unknown. When you felt you were floating in a cloud of possibilities but also uncertainty, and every time you saw that special person you were overcome with a sensation of wild butterflies in your stomach. Much of the wonders of this magical period are born from the ‘mystery’ factor. You don’t really know what the other person’s intentions are and they don’t really know yours. That’s scary but also exhilarating and sexy and fun. It’s the power of mystery. On Tinder, however, everyone’s intentions are exposed. They’re on Tinder because they haven’t met that special someone in the real world and they’re looking for a date. Or a fuck. They may as well be wearing a name tag that says “Hi, I’m Bruce, I’m single and I’m looking for a date.” How, in any way, is that sexy?
Recently, Airbnb got slammed in a damning report from the New York State Attorney General’s Office. While a more detailed analysis of the contents of said report is warranted, the data reveal some telling findings about the impact of the service on the NYC Economy and Neighborhoods.
What I find very interesting about Airbnb is the way it has been marketing New York City, and the way it has been aggressively trying to brand itself as the ‘every-New-Yorkers-fifteenth-income,’ helping your Queens mom-and-pops make some extra cash by renting out their charming extra bedrooms (because they didn’t already do that). The company claims that it “helps the majority of NYC hosts afford to stay in their homes.”
How cute and nostalgic, but a pretty blatant lie. Only 6% of the pool of “hosts” made an extravagant 37% of all host revenue, or 8 million. The correct translation here is “Airbnb helps a small pool of commercial property managers book mini-hotels without paying proper taxes.”
I hear you, Hotel Lobby, it’s hard out there for your enormous and thriving industry. Us little people with our extra rooms are really killing it by renting to charming Parisian tourists who just want that ~*Authentic Williamsburg Experience*~. I hear you, pro-Airbnb PR people, who are rocking it with your diverse ads in the subway triggering all of the feels for the days when I could rent my couch for 0 a night on CL to desperate backpackers before Big Brother came and fought your little harmless company into revealing its enormous profiteering racket. I’m with you, Affordable Housing advocates: apartments are for living in, not turning into hotels or hostels when we desperately need affordable housing stock.
So let’s not fight. Instead, let’s take a look at how Airbnb is marketing NYC. However you feel about the validity of the sharing economy, about the use of apartments as hotels, about the extra income stream for people who need it, you should certainly care about the giant marketing campaigns happening on behalf of NYC without any kind of input from the City itself. Airbnb has been branding our neighborhoods for its booking services, offering images, taglines, and ‘community’ feedback on what people have to say about a place. In many cases, either the erasure of culture and history, or the dilution of it as a selling point are big themes for the way neighborhoods are being presented to would-be visitors. It is a rather cotton-candy presentation in that tourist-brochure kind of way, with a thin veneer of seeming a bit more ‘authentic’ by virtue of lacking any major logos from big hotel chains. Other neighborhoods are being branded as ‘gritty’ or on some ‘edge’ or ‘fringe’ as if they represent some unknown outskirts of our city where ~*nobody has been before*~. Sure, tourists want to have an adventure and a new experience, but who gets to decide what is authentic, what is the ‘real’ Bushwick or Hell’s Kitchen, or DUMBO? Who are the people coming up with these concepts? What is the impact of a branded place on our city?
What I offer you is a quick guide to bookings in ~* All of New York’s’ Neighborhoods*~
Or, more exactly, a guide to bookings in “All of New York’s’ Neighborhoods Not In Any Part Of The Bronx, Or Staten Island, Or Eastern Queens, Or South Brooklyn (Roughly Speaking The Majority Of Them).” We could also call this “A Fine Selection of New York’s Neighborhoods, Pairs Well with Rolling Suitcases and European Accents.”
Astoria: The image offered is of a typical street scene in Astoria featuring open businesses and bakeries.
The Blurb: “A top-notch and down-to-earth neighborhood at the tip-top of Queens.”
Tag: Loved by New Yorkers
Verdict: Roughly truthful, though sadly lacking the bit about how it takes two days to get there, or to anywhere else from there. Suggested tag: #BestBakeries
Chinatown: Featuring a scene from one of Chinatowns many colorful storefronts advertising freshly cooked whole duck, Airbnb advertises Chinatown as a place where you can “Indulge all of your senses in one of Manhattan’s most stimulating neighborhoods.”
Tags: Cultural Enclaves, Dining, Touristy, Great Transit, Shopping
Verdict: Again, this one is pretty legit. Chinatown stimulates tourists* the way I imagine anyone who just couldn’t drum up the airfare or desire to actually visit China wants to be stimulated. Basically like walking into another country, but with the convenience of being able to walk right out again.
I love the Cultural Enclave tag, establishing Air BnB as the booking service for every budding Ethnographer.
*Chinatown stimulates New Yorkers very differently. Hello, cheap Pho and amazing grocery stores.
Nolita: “Romance and reality collide in this movie-set worthy New York City neighborhood.”
Tags: Shopping, Trendy, Great Transit, Dining
Verdict: If by reality, you mean cocktails and the most overpriced boutiques this side of the East River, sure.
Gowanus: “One of the most recent arrivals to Brooklyn’s bourgeoning creative scene.”
Tags: Peace and Quiet, Artsy, Nightlife
Verdict: ICYMI: Someone Columbused Gowanus. It has been part of NYC history for a very, very long time. One of the most important battles of the Revolutionary War even took place here. It’s amazing how a rezoning and a biohazard of a canal can really rebrand a place. Thanks, Airbnb.
Bedford-Stuyvesant: Emblazoned over a photograph of the neighborhoods famous brownstones is the phrase: “Although it’s equal parts tried-and-true and up-and-coming, explore Bed-Stuy with caution as it continues to overcome its obstacles.”
Tags: Artsy, Cultural Enclaves
Verdict: When I exclaimed “Oh my god what kind of racist b.s. is this?” a co-worker asked “Is the blurb ‘Do Or Die’?”
Crown-Heights: “Get a taste of how cool Crown Heights can be, but remain aware of your surroundings.”
Tags: None. Too ‘cool.’
Verdict: Mixed messages of how cool a place is and how dangerous a place is must resonate really well with tourists who like living on the edge. Why isn’t there a page for folks who want to rent the towers of various New York City bridges? I hear Russians love that.
East Harlem: “A Dynamic energy emanates from East Harlem, a neighborhood notoriously rough around its edges.”
Tags: Cultural Enclaves.
Verdict: I have a huge problem that these three neighborhoods in New York City, all well-known neighborhoods of color, get the little caveat that you should be extra careful if you stay here. No other neighborhoods come with these little warnings, not a single one. Why is it that Harlem and Bed-Stuy, two of the oldest, most historically and culturally relevant enclaves for African Americans in the United States are being marketed as ‘half-cleansed urban grit but carry some mace’? The image of inner city communities in NYC as dangerous, as dirty, and as crime-riddled is an old stereotype, and has had damaging effects for the people who live there. Crime is everywhere, but that it is being capitalized upon and used to market places where real people live under its specter, deal with its realities, and largely get ignored is pretty blatantly racist.
Bushwick: Overlaid over a graffiti mural are the words “This gritty Brooklyn neighborhood is quickly ascending the ranks when it comes to creative minded destinations and hotspots for self-expression.”
Tags: Artsy, Cultural Enclaves, Dining, Great Transit
Verdict: The ‘gritty’ bit is about as bad as the crime bit from above. Let me tell you how representative that mural is of all of Bushwick. It’s not. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a cool place. This marketing scheme is just being super selective about what counts as ‘cool.’
Kips Bay: “The quiet seclusion of Kips Bay lets you walk your dog in peace” over an image of the bulkheads.
Verdict: Because you are going to pay to stay in NYC so you can walk your dog in peace. Also, what tourist brings their dog? Don’t they basically stay in quarantine for the whole trip anyway?
Williamsburg: “The secret’s out: Williamsburg is the poster child for Brooklyn’s hip and alternative scene” The photograph features an overcrowded bike corral.
Tags: Loved by New Yorkers, Artsy, Nightlife, Trendy, Dining, Shopping, Great Transit
Verdict: [Insert your ironic interpretation of this one here]
Look, it’s a stick figure running around in the dark with Mickey Mouse ears! How cute is this costume? I can watch this video on loop and not get tired of it! The beginning is especially adorable, when she runs towards the camera. I laughed so much because of how cute it is!