Please, Do Not Be This Woman

Stopped at a bakery for a quick breakfast on the way to work this morning, and two women soon took the café table next to mine. One of them was exceedingly petite, in fashionably snug white jeans and stylish top, and the other expressed astonishment—because her pal was four months pregnant. And, as the pregnant …

It’s good to be Theodore (this week)

Actually, it may well be good to be Theodore all year ’round: for reasons of experiential subjectivity, I just don’t know. But this has been a good week for him in particular. We were all amused to see the New York Times’s City Room blog pick up his DadWagon post about JP water-fightin’ at the …

The Gentrifier’s Dilemma, Part XXIX: Mugging Edition

Just came back from my usual thrice-a-week run, from my apartment up to Prospect Park, around the loop, and back. Weather was cool, I made decent time, and I felt great—until I got back. That’s because, as I walked through the housing project across the street from my apartment, I was, well, I guess you’d …