On one hand, I do not envy this poor woman at all. Giving birth on NYC’s filthy sidewalk, right out in the open, with strangers — helpful though they may be — all around me? Shudder. Oh and how convenient, the local news is right there, ready to capture the whole thing on film! Even worse. (Though I’m guessing she had to give her permission for them to air it, in which case she must not have minded that much?) And such helpful commentary from eyewitnesses: “She was like, ‘oh, my God, the baby’s coming.’ And then I could see the baby’s head coming out.” But on the other hand, a labor so speedy that you don’t even have time to make it to the hospital? That sounds easier than a lot of birth stories I’ve heard. (For the record, mom and baby are doing a-okay!) [HyperVocal]
Finding an old douche at New York City Hall isn’t breaking news. Finding a 19th-century feminine hygiene device is.
Archaeologists uncovered a 3-inch contraceptive artifact during a 2010 excavation along the north side of City Hall in Manhattan — but thought it was a spice grinder until this year, DNAinfo reports. Read more on Huffington Post…
Love it or hate it, New York City might be the most romantic, mind blowing or worst date you’ll have in 2014. Ring in the new year with Brooklyn songwriter Marc Smith’s latest rocking love/hate ode that is the very embodiment of “it’s complicated.” This basically captures my entire vibe towards my home of the last 12 years. NYC, sometimes I want to quit you, but I just can’t. [MarcSmithMusic.com]
There is one nightmare that every New Yorker is terrified of experiencing: falling (or getting pushed) onto the subway tracks. For Cecil Williams, 61, that nightmare became a reality on Tuesday when he fainted while standing on the 125th street platform and fell down onto the tracks.
But, see, Cecil Williams is blind. So right after he fell, his service dog, Orlando, jumped right down on the tracks with him. A bystander told The New York Post, ”[Orlando] was kissing him, trying to get him to move.” Keep reading »
Eat your heart out, Miley Cyrus. Anyone can hump Robin Thicke’s Beetlejuice costume on a stage full of people. But it takes real cojones — and, um, possibly a death wish — to jump down on the tracks of the New York City subway system and twerk on the rails. DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME, KIDDIES. Don’t want to drop too low and hit that third rail. [Gothamist]
The internet is the land of over-sharing, and it appears that the interweb gods have now gifted us with one of the most useful over-shares of all: a nifty little map of which New York City neighborhoods are having the most sex. New Yorkers tend to be a little too obsessed with analyzing themselves, but this is one subject I’ll let that slide for. Keep reading »
Relying on the New York City subway system is sometimes like relying on a three-legged, one-eyed horse for all of your transportation needs. Trying to get from my apartment off the G train to a friend’s apartment off the L train on a Saturday evening is a trip that should theoretically take 20 minutes, but instead involves a half-mile walk and piling onto a shuttle bus packed with 200 other miserable, sweaty hipsters shouting at the sad-looking old people who happen to be standing by the doors. In particular, ever since Hurricane Sandy hit a year ago, trying to get from one place to another has been like trying to get to fucking Mordor. Keep reading »
Just when you thought the streets of Brooklyn were safe again, cat people had to go do something ridiculous: on November 24th, there will be a Brooklyn Cat Painting Takedown held in a gallery space. What happens at a Cat Painting Takedown? Unlike past Takedowns where competitors try to make the best soup or bacon, artistes use their allotted time to paint the best cat picture possible. If this sounds too much like an elementary school class, guests can enjoy some (no doubt craft-brewed) beer and (vegan soy free range) chili while watching the Picassos do their art. Paintings will be auctioned off at the end of the event, with proceeds going to animal shelters. Awww! I renounce my snark, I like this cat painting thing after all. [Brokelyn]
[The above feline beast is my favorite Internet cat, Pudge, who I would paint if I participated in the Takedown.]
Today in Horrible Things I Would Rather Not Know: a 17-year-old girl was arrested for shoplifting at a Victoria’s Secret in midtown Manhattan yesterday and was carrying a dead fetus inside her bag.
Two 17-year-old girls were pulled over by security guards inside the Victoria’s Secret in Herald Square because they were seen stealing lingerie. Then they noticed a “strong odor.” They found a dead male fetus inside one of the shopping bags, which appeared to be six or seven months along. One girl is believed to be the mother. She told police she had a miscarriage the day before and had posted on Facebook on Wednesday, “These Cramps, SON.” Police are currently investigating the cause of death. Keep reading »