Culture on the Cheap
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Kingsland Avenue
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
As a young angst-ridden feminist I used to stew over the manifold perquisites given to my male counterparts for no other ascertainable reason than they sported a certain physical appendage I lacked. This was the source of a considerable amount of resentment and bitterness for yours truly for a very long time. Then, in the clarity of my 30’s I thought the better of it: if I were born a Mister I’d simply get into more trouble than I do as a Miss. I’d also probably get my ass kicked. A LOT.
Time heals all wounds.
There is a more than grain of truth to this adage. I’ve learned to accept my lot. Besides, if I was a he I wouldn’t have half the fun I do as a she. Among other things men wouldn’t offer me candy. Not in Bushwick anyway. But this is not to suggest I don’t feel the occasional pang that comes from being bereft of a wang. CASE IN POINT: something I found on Kingsland Avenue earlier today.
Even the older and (much) angrier feminist I am in 2010 cannot help but take a moment to admire this level of pen(is)manship.
Is that a cursive M I spy with my little eye? And to think some have the temerity to call our fair city’s public education system a failure…