As a long time NYC public transpo user, I have seen my fair share of subway insanity. At the top of my list is the man who panhandled with a live snake. The snake incident seems rather innocuous compared what happened on a Chicago L train this weekend. A buck naked woman calling herself “the goddess of the train” brought CTA’s Red Line to a screeching halt when, according to a witness, the woman announced that she was going to the front car to drive the train and told all the passengers to get off. Naturally, her fellow CTA riders did not comply with the goddess’s orders and police promptly arrived to escort her off the train where she was taken for psychiatric evaluation. “This tops anything I have seen in 20 years riding the CTA,” said a woman named Anne, who witnessed the incident. A naked goddess trumps a snake any day of the week. Beat that, MTA. [Gawker]
Jay Z continues to use public transport even though he’s rich enough to helicopter everywhere. After a gig in London this weekend, Hov was snapped taking the London Underground with pals Chris Martin (Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow and chief Coldplay warbler) and producer Timbaland. Check out one more pic after the jump! [Photos: INFPhoto.com] Keep reading »
Dear Cheese Man,
Hello there. I’d like to start off by saying that we ride the same subway line. Why have I never seen you before? I see the man who panhandles with a live snake, the performance art clown and the lady who plays the “Chicken Dance” on her recorder ALL THE TIME. But I have never seen you and your cheese wheel before. A man wrote into Gothamist complaining about your stinky cheese and the way you ate it:
“Homeboy was seriously enjoying a half wheel of what must have been a severely aged Brie with crackers. He’d dig his gross fingers into the Brie, dig out a piece, slap on a cracker and throw it down. The Brie was highly fragrant and most straphangers were appalled. He also licked his fingers after each bite (perhaps my biggest pet peeve/gross out move) …It gave me the chills to watch his saliva soaked fingers dive repeatedly into that ripe cheese.”
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Ask the average subway-riding woman what her number one public transportation pet peeve is and chances are good she’ll say, “Men taking up too much room because they seem to think they’ve got watermelons for testicles” or something to that effect. Yes, men who sit with their legs spread wide like they’re holding a yoga ball between their knees are everywhere. Including Westeros! I was clicking around a new Tumblr blog called Men Taking Up Too Much Space On The Train and stumbled upon this familiar face — it’s Robb Stark from “Game of Thrones”! Just look at actor Richard Madden sitting on the London tube like its the Iron Throne, his mighty manhood requiring so much excess room that the person to his left is seemingly forced to sit on the edge of his seat. Please. Everyone knows it’s little sister Arya who has the biggest balls in the Stark family. [Men Taking Up Too Much Space On The Train]
I lived in Los Angeles for seven years and owned a car. There were some really fun things about being a car owner: like blasting Power 106 while cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with my sunroof open. Only, most of the time, I wasn’t cruising down PCH, I was stuck on the 101, in the most intense gridlock for hours, crying because I had to pee or was starving and out of emergency car snacks. If I wasn’t trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I was circling Hollywood for 45 minutes looking for a legal parking spot. Not fun either. At the end of my stint as a car commuter, I wasn’t blasting anything anymore, I was listening to The Path To Tranquility: Daily Meditations CD just to keep my blood pressure down. I try to remember how bad things got with my car when I’m riding the NYC subway during rush hour, sandwiched between a smelly armpit and man carrying a pet snake in a burlap sack. But at least I can read my book! At least I’ve significantly decreased my carbon footprint! I tell myself, trying not to breathe through my mouth, ready to kill the snake with my bare hands if it so much as hisses in my general direction. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I miss my car. God, I can’t believe I just said that. Keep reading »
Still looking for “The One” but too busy to find him or her out there in the world? Prague’s public transport company, Ropid, has a solution for you: a “love train” designated for single people only.
Yes, you read that right. Ropid may soon introduce a train to the Czech capital’s metro system that will play host to single people after morning rush hour. The train may be up and running by the end of the year, according to Der Spiegel. Read more on Huffington Post…
One of the perks of being a celebrity is that no matter what you want to do and where you want to go, there is someone willing to drive you in the privacy of an air-conditioned car, without any pesky commoners invading your personal, famous bubble. That is why it is kind of awesome when a celebrity is spotted riding public transportation. How normal! For instance, Jay-Z hopped the R train from his digs in Manhattan’s posh Tribeca ‘hood to Brooklyn this weekend for his last concert at the new Barclays Center. (Certain beyotches named Amelia were in the audience. Madly jealous. Sore subject.) Of course Jay was accompanied by plainclothes cops and his own security team. It’s not like he rides the subway like us normal folks. [MissInfo.tv]
In addition to being better for the environment, public transportation is often more efficient and quicker than fighting traffic. Plus, it’s just kind cool to see celebs “out in the wild,” clutching filthy subway poles and giving the stink eye to rude multi-seat hoggers with the rest of us. Here are a bunch more celebs spotted on public transpo!
In my nightmares, the sleeping guy is me and the standing and reading celeb is Ryan Gosling. I wake up in a pool of sweat every single time. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
I had a particularly delightful experience this morning while bounding down the subway steps into the station. A young man, probably about 20, was sitting on the bottom steps next to the handrail in the middle. As I clip-clopped down the stairs past him, he purposefully tilted his head around, focusing on my bare legs, and peered up my short, summery dress. On the train platform, I turned around to glare at him and he stared vacantly back at me, as if to say “Yeah?”, which was super-creepy. I walked down the platform, where I saw a cop, and told him that a guy sitting on the steps had looked up my dress and perhaps the cop might want to keep an eye on him. When I tried to point out where this creeper had been sitting, I saw he’d left.
So, I read with interest this morning that Seoul, South Korea, is looking to reintroduce female-only subway cars in its transportation system in September to fight sexual harassment and sexual assault. Keep reading »