Culture on the Cheap
Crosstown Local Cavalcade X: Pick Your Poison
Sure some of you might find this offensive but there are much worse things one can be subjected to in our subway system than color commentary about Carrie Fisher’s cleavage.
Like this, for example. I have lived in New York Shitty for over ten years. During the aforementioned decade I have seen some seriously nasty shit— hell, I have even used the Washington Square Park bathroom— but money shots of someone’s deformed feet? Does the MTA really hate its ridership enough to inflict this upon us? I guess they do.
Maybe this is some clever ploy to discourage people from using mass transit, e.g.; if the ridership of the Crosstown Local goes down they won’t have to improve service? First a fare hike and now this. I shudder to think what the evil wizards at the MTA have up their sleeve next. Bursting boils? Chancre removal? Colostomy can cleaning services?
This isn’t to suggest this subway poster cannot be amusing under the right circumstances. My buddy Lisa discovered one such instance recently.
Talk about product placement. Welcome to where American art stands today: 1-877-Bunion-1.
Photo Credit: Scary feet and Whitney Biennial photograph by Lisa Vallez.