Who Gives a Shit: Do You Flush Your Meds Down the Toilet?
Gawd knows there's plenty of shit in the Gowanus Canal already (pun?), and the District Manager of Brooklyn Board 6 is worried...
Gawd knows there's plenty of shit in the Gowanus Canal already (pun?), and the District Manager of Brooklyn Board 6 is worried...
I don't really get religion.
My father's idea of celebrating his lapsed Jewish faith was to light a candelabra (we didn't have a menorah) and play the Fiddler on the Roof album with accompanying ukulele. My mom said she thought that if God was anywhere he was in nature, not in some judgy, smoky Catholic church of her youth. I used to sing in a cool Episcopal choir that once did a great production of Joseph and The Technicolor Dreamcoat. That's it for my religious education.
Much of the stuff people say and do in the name of their various religions seems more like mental illness to me than faith, truth to tell. The whole thing seems implausible to my cynical brain. And I find zealots to be a tiresome lot.
In your fantasy life, you come home every night after work and cook yourself a delicious, nutrituous meal. You don't answer work emails and you interact with your loved ones rather than ignoring them in favor of shitty reality TV and your ex-girlfriend's Twitter feed.
But this is REAL LIFE, David After the Dentist, and you skip the gym, ignore your family, and order greasy take out food, right?
No shame. What we wanna know is: how much do you do it on an average week?
My day job (yes, I have a day job) deals a lot with weddings. And, now that I'm one of those "in a serious relationship" Park Slope dicks (wherein I define "serious" as, "I just added him to my Prospect Park Y membership,") my daily wedding blog-perusal for work has me curious about weddings in the Slope. (I should also add that a growing cold weather-fostered TLC addiction has not helped.)
How many people would decline the invitation to my wedding simply because I was hosting it at a venue called the "Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture?" Would I even go? Where else does one get married in the Slope, or is it just insane/expensive to do it?
So, who gives a shit: Would you get married in Park Slope? Where? Have you? Do you think marriage is an evil institution that...oh wait, I actually don't want you to reply if that's the case.
Commence.
image via Grub Street
I missed the news segment last week that attempted to connect Park Slope eatery Aunt Suzie's with the mafia, so I don't have the details. However, I do know this: Aunt Suzie's is gross. I've been there twice, and twice the food has been screamingly mediocre.
So without any details or proof, I gotta say: it's not hard for me to believe that there is *some* sort of mafia connection with this joint, otherwise how the hell are they still in business?
Though, in truth: if I were asked to guess which spot in town is likeliest to be hooked in with the mafia, my answer would be Tonios times a million billion. I happen to love that place, however:
Anyway, did anyone see the Aunt Suzie's story? What's the dealio?