Friday, September 3, 2010
A Note on Park Slope
Look, coming to Park Slope and complaining about the strollers, screaming kids in the restaurants, and the shabby, exhausted way we all end up dressing is like going to Borough Park on a Saturday and complaining about all the hats***. One thing the boroughs offer better than almost anyplace on the planet is a nice little enclave of like-minded souls for almost every taste, fetish, lifestyle, religion or iced-coffee preference. Park Slope happens to belong to parents who don't want to have deal with their kids growing up in Manhattan, but need to be close (either by choice or by job-based necessity). And if you bitches be comin' up in mah hood again, talkin' all that shit about my CitiMini stroller and mah beagle, I'ma hafta introduce you to my good friends Smith and Wesson. BLAOW! BLAOW!
* See, I can use footnotes in my silly little rantings, too!
** I can even do more than one!
*** I can even use them to congratulate myself on a nice Brooklyn joke!!!