It’s about time animals took back New York City. If the world is ending, I want to hand a gang of Rockets the keys to the earth.
It’s hot. It’s so god-almighty hot that it’s tempting to follow the example of these women who at some point in September 1961 decided to beat the heat by dragging a Central Park bench right into an available pond.
Late Thursday afternoon in New York City, an hour or so before the sunset, a nude woman in combat boots jogged casually around the lawn of Summit Rock in Central Park. About 100 yards away, an audience of around 200 people politely pretended not to see her; she was, technically, “backstage,” and the show hadn’t yet…
I expect trend pieces to be bad. I expect them to be superficial, hacky, tendentious, filled with irritating neologisms, short-sighted, over-determined, thesis-driven and not truly "reported," and to be built around quotes from the author's own friends. This is journalism.