The best part was that after this, a really cute young woman maneuvers her way over and hits on the outspoken young woman for the next 4 stops. Numbers were exchanged.

At the next stop, the young woman escorts the drunk woman off the car and onto the platform. She checks to see if I’m okay. I say yeah, and thanks. The whole train car applauds her.

But by now the drunk woman was trying to take swings at the young woman, and the swings were landing on my head. I assume the crash position and the young woman gets furious at the drunk woman for hurting me, and pushes drunk woman firmly down into a seat and tells her to STFU.

The drunk woman responded by screaming a bunch of really racist things to the young woman (and the rest of the train car) and the young woman responds “don’t give me none of that Wakanda business” which made me and everyone else laugh.

The young woman has had it up to there with the drunk woman’s behavior and is yelling at the latter to shut up and get right, to stop drinking and ruining her life, and to start acting like a woman and not a child.

The older African woman was stinking drunk. She starts shouting wildly and being really erratic, and sits down next to me. I can’t get up and out of the way because the train is so crowded.

A subway thread:

Today I got on the at 14th Street. Something was up because it got super packed. I was sitting at the end of a row of seats, near the metal railing. At 42nd Street, a young Black woman (early 20s) got on the train with her friends, and an African woman in a red cowboy hat got on.

How depressing.

How dare one country insult and disrespect another! Next thing you know they’ll be calling for annexation, or illegally starting a war!

That’s so depressing.

Wait—he’s biracial?!?!

Fascinating explanation of how the NYC property tax code has been letting the super rich off the hook for decades—and how the pied-à-terre tax may amount to nothing unless property value assessment is done differently.

Virginia Woolf, more than a hundred years ago:

You know when you see a celebrity obit and you’re like, wait, I didn’t know he was still alive?!

That.

Meaning after he fires all the women?

Not sure that’s a consideration in East Harlem for example. Whereas it might be a consideration in the West Village, which is much more compact and is proposed on this list.

What were the criteria for choosing which neighbohoods to prioritize? West Harlem vs Central or East, for example? Feels like it has to do with which ones are more gentrified? Is there a better reason?

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Everyone: @arunadsouza.bsky.social is a literal genius and you should read everything she writes. Even if you are not an “art person” (and I am not) you will learn important things.

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Davis intended to fill it with museum-quality pieces so that the residents of this working-class, largely Black and Latino neighborhood could access such work as easily as their white, middle-class peers did. When he discovered art institutions wouldn’t lend to him, he began making replicas instead

Beautiful review. And it opens crucial questions for all who saw the Noah Davis in its Barbican iteration, too

What a gorgeous, poignant review — which examines everything from the power of wall color to transform the resonance of an exhibition; to the consequences of a born-fugitive project "winning" sanction and support from blue-chip benefactors

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Beautifully formulated.

There's a very good essay to be written about the profound emptiness of *winning* when your project itself is joyless and cruel.

“You’re lucky I was looking” is common way of saying “you did something that was at least a little dangerous and fell within the likelihood of getting you hurt,” not “I abandon all responsibility.” Again, geez.

I feel like the only real response to this is “accidents happen.” Like, yeah your responsibility is to prevent them but risk can never be zero in the real world. Geez.

Lololol trans women can’t compete in sports because they’re too manly, can’t compete in Miss America because they’re too womanly. The irrationality of transphobes never fails to amaze.

It’s the only kind of philanthropy I respect tbh.