Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Moments in my new neighborhood:



1) A (lower class) (late 20s) (fat) (white) woman in a sportsteam-logoed jacket and pajama bottoms is walking her fat mean-looking dog, and as it stoops to poop on the middle of the sidewalk, she gives a small but not severe kick to its side and starts calling it stupid... 

Some older people who happen to be walking up the street towards her but are still a bit away yell to her that she shouldn’t do that, and she yells back that she doesn’t care.

(Oddly, I felt viscerally more appalled by this than how the yuppies treated some of their dogs at the bakery outside my window at my last apartment, but I think much of that being more appalled was a reaction to her class and not the substance of her actions...  It’s just as bad to leave a small dog chained up in subzero weather whining piteously, and shifting from paw to paw because the metal grate it’s standing on is too cold.)

2) Three young middle school-aged girls (2 white, 1 Mexican) who are a bit dirty looking are always skulking around together in a pack up and down my street. 

One time one sped by on a bike as I was unlocking mine from a signpost, and she cried out, “Nice bike!”.

Another time they were huddled together walking down the street shiftily, and I could tell a few of them were smoking cigarettes.

3) On the main strip of businesses across from the Citibank branch, someone slapped a sticker on the door of the free hispanic newspaper box, and on it in pen were written irregular letters:

[FEMALE HISPANIC NAME] WHO LIVES ON [ADDRESS A FEW BLOCKS AWAY] HAS STDS    WATCH OUT

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