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From Bedford Avenue.
Miss Heather
P.S.: For more fun stuff about Ms. Palin click here.
Be advised much of the previous and follows is disgusting.
I for one like her charging rape victims (or their insurance companies) for rape kits (to save the taxpayers the expense). I have worked with victims of violent crime. It is not an experience I will forget anytime soon. Have you ever had a mother SCREAMING at you over the phone that a hospital turned over charges for her daughter’s rape kit to a collection agency?
I have. I referred her to the local “rape shelter”. They paid for it.
Have you ever had a mother yell at you because her son (10 years old, raped by “a man of the cloth”) is trying to kill himself and needs medication?
I have. I referred her to the “boss”. The boss took her call. He got his meds.
Have you, Sarah Palin, ever seen the face of sexual violence? I don’t think so. It was a parade of shameful parents and children passing my desk. Apologizing to me for being there. To get financial assistance for something that was outside their control.
Do you think rape victims were asking for it, Sarah? Or were are they simply a tax a burden?
The office I worked at was funded largely by V.A.W.A.: Violence Against Women Act. If my memory serves me correctly Joe Biden’s office was responsible for this, not you.
Your creds are as follows, Sarah:
- Beauty Queen/MILF (look it up)
- Marginally qualified, but panders to the religious right and has a twat
- Your future son-in-law is a train wreck. He chewed gum “like a tool” during the RNC. We, being the jaded and godless New Yorkers we are, find him fascinating.
I eagerly look forward to your Veep debate Sarah. Cry sexism as much as you want, Biden did more for women than you ever did. Or will.
Subway Poster du Jour: Nassau Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Rowan5 (who contributed the above photo) writes:
…hahaha! i love it. it reminds me of art history classes where they painted haloes like gold plates in pre-Renaissance days.
Call me odd but I’d choose the dork (Jason Biggs) over the tool (Dane Cook).
Dorks are HOT! Smirking jerk-offs, not so much. Dated the latter, married the previous. Dorks don’t just give you flowers, they’ll clean a cat’s festering asshole and fix your computer. I speak from experience when I say this. That’s what I call sexy!
Jason Biggs, I am *so* yours!
Miss Heather
Thank You Magic Johnson!
I see your face on bus shelters exhorting people to get out and walk more because it is good for their well-being (on the behalf of Aetna— if my memory serves me correctly). I started doing just this two years ago (without you or Aetna’s help). It works. Sometimes I walk from Greenpoint to Bed-Stuy, Clinton Hill or Bushwick and back. Just for the fun of it. When was the last time you went to Bed-Stuy, Magic? Just curious. But I digress.
When I get back home (to Greenpoint) I want to rest. This is rather difficult to do given that your development —one which seeks to uplift my humble hood from the utter squalor we lived in before (which wasn’t that bad) —to condos starting at $400,000 a pop —works consistently later than the law allows. Sawing, hammering, dumping garbage into containers. I have heard this at 8:00 p.m., 8:30 p.m. And as of last night even later:
Do you want to promote good health, Magic? If so, make your workers at 110 Green Street stop work at 6:00 p.m.* Sleep deprivation is a killer.
Miss Heather
*And ask them to refrain from verbally abusing women and teenage girls. I have actually made it a point to walk around my— or would that be your block— so I will not be cat-called by your workers. Kisses, hisses, etc.
I’m not the only one.
What’s Up On Oak?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Today I finally bumped into a woman leaving this new storefront (whose address is 97 Oak Street) so I asked her what was going on. Apparently it is going to be a pastry shop. Think something along the lines of “Cheeks” down in Williamsburg, e.g.; no margarine, no corn syrup, etc.
No word as to when they’ll be open but I heard from someone down the street that they recently had a “tasting” and the reviews were very positive!
Miss Heather
To Whom It May Concern At 200 Franklin Street
If you are going to violate a Stop Work Order (and it is pretty clear that you are) could you be a little more discreet about it? I mean, having two cement trucks grinding away on the street is a little obvious. What’s more, your workers might want to take a little more care handling the stuff (READ: cement) coming out of said trucks. Blindly flinging a hose into a wheelbarrow might result in someone (READ: me) getting spritzed IN THE FACE, HAIR AND CHEST with cement.
See those little flecks on the above pair of sunglasses (which I happened to be wearing at the time of said incident)? That is your cement, dude. Had I not been wearing sunglasses that shit would have gotten in my eyes. Not only is this a woeful waste of construction material, but in some circles splattering cement in someone’s face would be considered RUDE.
Mind you the previous are all only suggestions. If you want to go for a third Stop Work Order (and I am increasingly of the impression you are), keep it up.
Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to take a bath and mull over calling 311.
Asshole.
Miss Heather
Boobification Photo du Jour: Nassau Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Remember ladies: if your package weighs more than 13 ounces be sure to take it to the post office for proper handling. This public service announcement was brought to you courtesy of the United States Postal Service* and New York Shitty.
Miss Heather
*Not really, obviously.
Could Someone Please Explain This To Me?
Filed under: Williamsburg
From a distance I thought this was bus shelter. It isn’t. It is a BIKE shelter. This city cannot feed, clothe —much less house —it’s own citizens and it is outlaying money on things like this? Could someone please explain the logic at play here because quite frankly I’m not getting it.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Gentrification
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Union Avenue.
Miss Heather
Boobification Photo du Jour: VIRIDIAN*
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Green Street.
Miss Heather
*Where they were busy at work today (UNTIL 10:17 p.m.). These gents have got to be the hard(on)est working men I know. I s’pose that’s why they waste their time catcalling woman and buying porn at the junk shop on their lunch hour.
I do not want to suggest the hard working men at this development are merely horny. They are choosy. They prefer their porn on DVDs. (VHS is beneath them.) When I proffered “Blackeyed Pees” (on DVD) to one such chap it did not suit his taste. He left.
TONIGHT ONLY
Filed under: Bushwick
Believe it or not the one thing I really hate about being too busy (and afterwards too damned tired) to keep my regular posting “schedule” is the stuff that falls between the cracks.
This is one such item which did, indeed, fall by the wayside. It comes from a reader named Tony. He writes:
You are cordially invited to an evening of artwork dedicated to and inspired by volcanoes.
Artist, performer & curator, Eliza Fernand has organized this group show, Volcano Love, as an initiative for artists that she knows to explore a theme that has been popping up in her own artwork.
It should be a fun night, with artwork in many mediums. This is a one-night only affair.
Artists include: Jessie Elder, Eliza Fernand, Emily M. Harris, Athena Kokoronis, Tony Luib, Jessie Marino, Jennifer Mills, Ayaka Nishina, Katie M. Parry, Diana Roffman, Emma Spertus, Mark Inglis Taylor
LUMENHOUSE
47 Beaver St @ Park St in Bushwick, Brooklyn
7 – 10pm
646-250-89133 blocks south of the J, M line – Flushing Ave stop
10 blocks south of the L line – Montrose Ave stop
This one-night only event sounds like a lot of fun. Check it out!
Miss Heather
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