The Word On The Street: Cruelty

Taken September 30, 2019.

The Word On The Street, Part II: 6th Avenue Selections

Taken January 17, 2014.

Spotted On 6th Avenue: “Quitler”




Wailing Wall 1

Wailing Wall 2


This Jeff Boss fellow has a lot on his mind. Exactly what this stuff is, I cannot say I comprehend. However, he may be onto something— however hyperbolic— regarding Christine Quinn and “stop and Frisk”. Hey, even a broken clock tell the correct time twice a day…

New York Shitty Day Starter: OOPS

From 6th Avenue.

Reader Contribution du Jour: From the 6th Avenue Platform Of The L

For Ms. Heather

Josh (who took the above photograph) writes:

…had to snap this for you yesterday


Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Sixth Avenue, Greenwich Village

March 11, 2011 ·
Filed under: 10012, West Village, West Village Manhattan 

69/365 - Sixth Avenue, Greenwich Village.

Taken by Gina Herold.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part III: The Whole World

January 1, 2011 ·
Filed under: 10014, Manhattan, New York City, West Village, West Village Manhattan 

he's got the whole world

This very merry gentleman hails from the West Village and comes from the camera of Michelle Rick. Great shot!

Miss Heather

Spotted In Manhattan: Worst Ad Campaign EVER

August 26, 2010 ·
Filed under: 10003, 10009, Culture War, East Village, East Village Manhattan 

Where do I start with this? Twenty four hours after spotting these ads in Manhattan words still fail me. But I will attempt to articulate my feelings anyway:

  1. If this tactic, e.g.; using children/young ‘uns to boost ratings/sales hasn’t worked for network television— FOR DECADES (See: Scrappy Doo and Oliver)— I fail to see why/how it is going to work now.
  2. I really wish media pundits, advertising wizards and their brethren would disavow themselves of the erroneous notion that everyone thinks babies are cute. They don’t. I know because I am one of these people. Before anyone cries “child hater” I want to make it known I like kids: once they have learned to speak— and more importantly— are toilet trained.
  3. Since no one in the “focus group” that was undoubtedly conducted to assess this “concept” didn’t say so I will here and now: when I see babies I think of one thing: incontinence. This does not make me want to buy your product. Quite to the contrary: even the vaguest insinuation that your product will reduce yours truly to wearing diapers (again) makes me run— not walk— the other direction.
  4. The advertisement with 30-40 man sporting the above shirt (which I can kick myself for not photographing) is just plain creepy.
  5. I would like to humbly recommend the folks responsible for this acquaint themselves with the following chap (who is an institution of sorts at the Coney Island Mermaid Parade) and retool their campaign accordingly.

Diaper Man

THIS is what I call living young!

Miss Heather

Labor Day Photos Du Jour: Chanties

September 7, 2009 ·
Filed under: Manhattan, New York City 

Last night I knocked around the Brooklyn Daily Eagle archives for a nice, leftist, Greenpoint, Labor Day item to share today. I came up empty-handed. Luckily the Mister and went to Chelsea today in the pursuit of a very non-proletarian item: a business suit. Afterward we took a stroll down 6th Avenue.


Methinks it was Lenin who once said something to the effect that there were two types of people: the ones for the revolution and the ones against the wall.


Here they are.


I’m not too sure if these panties (Chanties?) are for women or men. I suppose it really doesn’t matter.


The revolution is dead. Long live the revolution!

Miss Heather

The Metaphysics Of The 14th Street F Train

May 8, 2009 ·
Filed under: Manhattan 


I have made mention previously that among the many scenic points of interest the Heather clan visited this week was Chinatown. As is often the case with me and the Mister, how to get there became the source of heated discussion. He wanted to take the L to 6th Avenue and transfer to the F. I, on the other hand, wanted to transfer at Union Square and take the N, R, or Q. He argued that the F was closer to our destination. This is indeed true.

However, my husband’s eye for efficiency seems to be lacking a nose to match. I have and will take great pains to avoid the 6th Avenue L as I find it a bit too fragrant for comfort (and given that I live a short distance from a massive sewage treatment plant this is really saying something). I have been known to schlep many a city block to avoid this aromatic chamber of horrors. But to keep a long story short (READ: in the interest of family peace) I relented and we commenced our journey to Stinkyville. As the train pulled into the station my mother noted the overall tatty condition of the station. Follows is my reply:

You can rest assured it smells every bit as bad— if not worse— than it looks.

And stink it did. But this is not to suggest there aren’t business opportunities to be had there by those who possess a stack of post-it notes and a little marketing placement savvy.


Everyone wishes they could escape their body!

Or at the very least their nose— while waiting at the 14th Street stop of the F train.

Miss Heather

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