Three cheers for Mayor Bloomberg, although he doesn’t need my three cheers. I’m sure he cheers for himself quite competently. He handles emergencies like the Gestapo, only this time he made the trains stop. I will be so sorry to see another man as our mayor. Bloomberg has vision, competence and authority. I can’t believe…
Category Archives: Places
Time For Mayor Michael Bloomberg To Rid Our Manhattan Streets of Idling Taxicabs
Dear Mayor Bloomberg, It’s time to worry about pollution created by taxicabs cruising our magnificent streets in search of paying customers. Besides creating air pollution, cruising for customers also wastes gasoline. Why not set up parking garages for cabs to wait with motors sensibly turned off while computers and cell phones summon cab drivers to…
Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department
The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…
The Night David Letterman Hated Me
Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.
High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules
I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers. Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph. But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…
Works of Art on a Budget
And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…
Terell at Century 21
The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…
Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping
Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…
Elliot Spitzer: Not a Teflon Plutocrat
Word is, that Elliot Spitzer’s debut on Al Gore’s cable network is far from illustrious. He drew 75% fewer viewers than Keith Olbermann who has just been fired. I’m surprised, but maybe this signifies an important change in popular opinion. A week ago your Manhattan Voyeur saw Eliot Spitzer sunning himself with his too-prominent forehead…
Where Oh Where Has My Pigeon Gone: My Pigeon On The Sill
I found a companion in the most common of places I run down Broadway despite the heat. I left my umbrella on the bus and I am determined to get home before the rain hits. The black cloud overhead is getting blacker. It’s four in the afternoon but it looks like early evening. Birds fly…
Category Archives: Places
Mayor Bloomberg for a Third Term
Three cheers for Mayor Bloomberg, although he doesn’t need my three cheers. I’m sure he cheers for himself quite competently. He handles emergencies like the Gestapo, only this time he made the trains stop. I will be so sorry to see another man as our mayor. Bloomberg has vision, competence and authority. I can’t believe…
Time For Mayor Michael Bloomberg To Rid Our Manhattan Streets of Idling Taxicabs
Dear Mayor Bloomberg, It’s time to worry about pollution created by taxicabs cruising our magnificent streets in search of paying customers. Besides creating air pollution, cruising for customers also wastes gasoline. Why not set up parking garages for cabs to wait with motors sensibly turned off while computers and cell phones summon cab drivers to…
Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department
The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…
The Night David Letterman Hated Me
Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.
High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules
I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers. Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph. But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…
Works of Art on a Budget
And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…
Terell at Century 21
The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…
Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping
Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…
Elliot Spitzer: Not a Teflon Plutocrat
Word is, that Elliot Spitzer’s debut on Al Gore’s cable network is far from illustrious. He drew 75% fewer viewers than Keith Olbermann who has just been fired. I’m surprised, but maybe this signifies an important change in popular opinion. A week ago your Manhattan Voyeur saw Eliot Spitzer sunning himself with his too-prominent forehead…
Where Oh Where Has My Pigeon Gone: My Pigeon On The Sill
I found a companion in the most common of places I run down Broadway despite the heat. I left my umbrella on the bus and I am determined to get home before the rain hits. The black cloud overhead is getting blacker. It’s four in the afternoon but it looks like early evening. Birds fly…
Category Archives: Places
Mayor Bloomberg for a Third Term
Three cheers for Mayor Bloomberg, although he doesn’t need my three cheers. I’m sure he cheers for himself quite competently. He handles emergencies like the Gestapo, only this time he made the trains stop. I will be so sorry to see another man as our mayor. Bloomberg has vision, competence and authority. I can’t believe…
Time For Mayor Michael Bloomberg To Rid Our Manhattan Streets of Idling Taxicabs
Dear Mayor Bloomberg, It’s time to worry about pollution created by taxicabs cruising our magnificent streets in search of paying customers. Besides creating air pollution, cruising for customers also wastes gasoline. Why not set up parking garages for cabs to wait with motors sensibly turned off while computers and cell phones summon cab drivers to…
Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department
The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…
The Night David Letterman Hated Me
Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.
High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules
I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers. Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph. But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…
Works of Art on a Budget
And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…
Terell at Century 21
The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…
Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping
Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…
Elliot Spitzer: Not a Teflon Plutocrat
Word is, that Elliot Spitzer’s debut on Al Gore’s cable network is far from illustrious. He drew 75% fewer viewers than Keith Olbermann who has just been fired. I’m surprised, but maybe this signifies an important change in popular opinion. A week ago your Manhattan Voyeur saw Eliot Spitzer sunning himself with his too-prominent forehead…
Where Oh Where Has My Pigeon Gone: My Pigeon On The Sill
I found a companion in the most common of places I run down Broadway despite the heat. I left my umbrella on the bus and I am determined to get home before the rain hits. The black cloud overhead is getting blacker. It’s four in the afternoon but it looks like early evening. Birds fly…
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Susan Braudy is a journalist and author. She clawed her way from Philadelphia to Manhattan. She wrote the memoir Between Marriage and Divorce: A Woman's Diary
, two novels Who Killed Sal Mineo?
and What the Movies Made Me Do: A Novel
as well as two highly researched non-fiction books This Crazy Thing Called Love: The Golden World and Fatal Marriage of Ann and Billy Woodward
and Family Circle: The Boudins and the Aristocracy of the Left
. The last was nominated by publisher Alfred Knopf for a Pulitzer. She is a frequent blogger on the Huffington Post.
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