COOP SHAME TSHIRTS, THE REDUX

Fuck being out of town for a wedding, cause I end up spending a million dollars and then end up missing shit like this: COOP SHAME TEES.

FIPS set the trend by featuring this shit, but now everyone is jumping on board...and quite deservedly. Cause it looks like my holiday shopping is all done for the year (Grandma, I apologize in advance, but this is really better than those bath salts).

Take your pick among the best, because you know you missed your damn shift and liked it: 

-Suspended at the Coop

-Grace Period at the Coop

-On Alert at the Coop

Oh yeah, and end hunger in Brooklyn while you're at it: a percentage of the proceeds goes to a Brooklyn hunger-relief charity.  Seriously.  Making fun of people while feeding the needy?  It doesn't get better than that.

Park Slope is fucking famous, guys.

Ring ring, paging Adrian Grenier?  Hit us up and we'll buy you one so you can wear it loud and proud, you cheat.

Now, next order of business: one of you single Slope boys (yes, all of five of you) has to knock me up so I can make brilliant use of that hot pink Got Kombucha? onesie.

Get em while they're hot here.

Meredith is a freelance writer who can often be found yelling at her computer in the Tea Lounge while editing her first novel.  She lives on the border of Park Slope and Windsor Terrace, depending on who you ask (but defends Terrace Bagels to the death, regardless).  She self-indulgently writes about  all of these things on her personal blog, Meredithturits.tumblr.com.

HOLY WAFFLES, PARK SLOPE, IT’S NUMBER 5 RECYCLING DAY!

Many of my Sundays are spent at the Tea Lounge pretending I’m advancing my career as a writer (come say s'up, friends!).  Usually, I make my grand entrance onto Union street from Seventh--this is so the coopretards and I stay clear out of each other’s paths. 

Yesterday, I made the mistake of approaching the Tea Lounge from Fifth (foreshadowing: BIG MISTAKE). As a result, I had to walk through the most insane Coop madness I’ve ever seen: NUMBER FIVE RECYCLING DAY!!!! 

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'I Joined The Park Slope Food Coop, And All I Got Was This Stinkin Shirt'

Inspired by the recent NYT article lamenting about how verry verry hawd it is to keep up with one's required Coop work shift schdule, our new blog bff Definitive Ink was called to action: behold, the Coop status shirts! You can choose between: "on alert," "suspended," "grace period," or "suspended."

[Yes, people...we a-r-e serious].

Buy the t-shirts here.

TOTALLY. FUCKING. BRILLIANT

The *Real* Park Slope Co-Op

photo: Hannah Whitaker for NY Mag

NY Mag has this long-ass article about the much talked about co-housing group, who may in fact be moving their asses to the outskirts of our leafy nabe.

Here's how this shit is gonna work:

• The group gets together $16 millies and buys some old mattress factory.
• Then they renovate the place.
• Then the co-op members get a 660sf apt for around $500k (which, depending where you are in Park Slope these days, is still slightly overpriced), along with 11,000sf of shared space including a great room, a kitchen, a playroom, an "adults only lounge" (kinky!), a courtyard and a wine cellar.
• Then they mostly gotta leave their door open, be chatty all the time, and try not to get annoyed by everyone else there. But gardening is totally optional!

[NOTE: how is this gonna affect their Food Coop shifts!? Cause if your "roommates" are eating communal food, then you all gotta work. And in a co-housing project, everyone is your roommate. That shit better be in the fine print].

It's likely no surprise to anyone that this sounds like the closest aproximation to hell on Earth I've ever heard of...but I'm the whiny bitch who gets home from work and doesn't want to talk to anyone except for Greg, the judges on SYTYCD, and the dude who handles take-out deliveries for Istanbul.

Adrian Grenier Reads FIPS!

Check out what he said on Grub Street yesterday about working his Coop shifts:

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