Our “The Great Gatsby” obsession just reached a fever pitch: the Plaza Hotel in New York City has debuted a suite that will transport you right to the Roaring Twenties. Filled with grey and sea foam tones, Deco-furniture and chandeliers, the Fitzgerald Suite — so named for The Great Gatsby author F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda Fitzgerald — on the hotel’s 18th floor also features a library nook and a built-in bar (natch). The 700-square-foot suite was designed by Catherine Martin, set designer for the upcoming Carey Mulligan/Leonardo DiCaprio “Gatsby” remake. The only problem is that at $2,795 a night, the Frisky staff will only have to pool all our collective rent money to afford it. Boo! Where’s Jay Gatsby when you need him?[New York Times] [Image via NY Times]
Men! Why get a shoe shine when you can get a seXXXy shoe shine? That seems to be the theory behind Star Shine NYC, a new New York City shoe shine shop in the Financial District. At the “Hooters” of shoe shines, as some have called it, for $7, a buxom woman in shorts and a tank top will lean over your shoes as she wipes off the dog doo and polishes them until you can see the reflection of underboob. That won’t appeal to creepy dudes or anything! “It helps that they are very pretty,” a man told DNA Info, refusing to give his name. (I wonder why!) “But the prices are a little high if you don’t get the discount.” Keep reading »
The New York City Police Department is infamous for the controversial “stop and frisk” program, critiqued for how it is used for racial profiling. This story, however, is more like stop and grope.
According to NYMag.com, a Brooklyn woman, Latonya Ratcliff, 39, is suing the city after Officer Joseph Jette entered an apartment, where Ratcliff works as a live-in caregiver, to search for guns and ended up sexually assaulting her. During a not-so-routine patdown, Latonya claims officer Jette “cupped her breast and butt,” according to the Post. Then, when questioning Ratcliff alone in the apartment’s bedroom, Officer Jette allegedly picked up a porn DVD. The Post reports that Ratcliff said, “He asked me if I liked these positions and if I wanted to do them with him and I told him no.” Keep reading »
New York City’s Human Resources Administration (HRA) has recently launched a new ad campaign aimed at teen pregnancy that has caused quite a stir — and rightfully so. The campaign employs some of the most shameful tactics I have ever seen in the name of preventing teen pregnancy. These offensive ads (pictured after the jump) feature crying babies and blaming language that the HRA hopes will turn teenagers off from becoming parents.
Much of the wording places the onus of teen parenthood directly on the mother. Only one ad talks directly to young men (focusing on how much money he’ll have to pay in support), while the rest weigh heavily on the shoulders of young women, with one specifically focusing on how it’s highly likely a teen mom will end up raising her baby alone.
Is becoming a teen parent ideal or easy? No. Nobody is saying it is. But the way to go about preventing teen pregnancy isn’t by shaming and blaming those who already are young parents. The money that was spent on this horrible (and most likely ineffective) ad campaign could have been put to better use in more widespread comprehensive sex-education programs within the city. Keep reading »
It wouldn’t be a day at The Frisky if I didn’t get to write about a sleazy politician! Today’s subject: New York Assemblyman Vito J. Lopez, a Democrat from Brooklyn.
According to The New York Daily News, the 71-year-old complained to a fellow staff members about statutory rape laws in New York, because he thought his 14-year-old intern was “sexy.” The intern in question had only been working there six days and is the daughter of a Brooklyn judge he helped elect. There is currently a police probe into whether any criminal actions were committed.
Alas, this is not the first accusation of sexual harassment against Vito Lopez. (Sadly, it usually isn’t.) Keep reading »
Karma’s a bitch.
Last night outside my apartment in New York City, the street was flooded with lights, sirens and a cherry-picker? Yes. A cherry-picker, along with a host of emergency personnel, surrounded a gaping hole familiar (and clearly marked, for the record) to this stretch of sidewalk. Firefighters kept gawkers at bay and I asked other bystanders, “What the hell happened?” It was explained that somebody had fallen into the aforementioned sidewalk orifice. Come to find out, the man who took the tumble was fleeing after having groped a woman on the street. Keep reading »