New York Shitty Day Ender: Closure?

I am not going to lie to you: when I learned via Gothamist that Greenpoint’s (and Brooklyn’s) Jell-O Mistress, Victoria Belanger, did not win the grand prize at Gowanus Studio’s Space’s second annual Jell-O competition I got pissed. Big time. Instead of a blue ribbon I’ve been seeing red. Big time. I’m not alone either.

Tony opines:

What a sham! I don’t know what’s worse, not giving the ‘tits’ first prize or having a jello mold contest in a non-climate controlled room during a NYC summer.

Ma Heather states:

I am crushed!

You can fuck around with my emotions six ways to Sunday— I’m used to it— but when you upset my mother I take it personally. The good news is redress/proper recognition may very well be around the corner. Greenpoint takes care of their own. My Newtown Creek Monitoring Committee mole writes:

The committee and consultants LOOOOVEE the jello shit tits. We are talking very seriously about displaying such community responses at the DEP Visitors Center.
Talk is just that: talk. I want to see Ms. Belanger’s loving tribute to our beloved Shit Tits immortalized— photographically— for everyone’s edification at our new Visitor’s Center. It deserves to stand proudly aside Vito Acconci’s fancy fountain. If you agree, please leave your sentiments via comments or send ’em via email at: missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. I’ll make sure they brought to the attention of the appropriate parties.


Miss Heather

Photo Credits: Carnade and Victoria Belanger


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