
One time, I unknowingly stumbled into the Dominican Day Parade - that was certainly shocking. On a recent weekend, I walked into K-Mart at Astor Place, on the weekend NYU freshman arrived - I was horrified. If the pretending-to-be serious faces, poorly applied make-up, wishful eyes, and non-New York-but-trying-really-hard-to-be chic wardrobes didn't get me down enough, the accompanying nervous faced parents, whose worst fears were very much about to be realized, put me over the edge.
New York City ruins people. I will note that I don't necessarily think this ruining is a bad thing, but a person who arrives in New York is not the same person who leaves it. Some people might be jaded, others will be enlightened, and in the case of these girls at K-mart, most of them will try coke and fuck sketch-balls they meet at bars (and think that they are more "new york" for doing so (and furthermore not understand why their high school friends don't like them anymore when they come home for Thanksgiving)).
My roommate thinks that I could help ease my anxiety if we start selling drugs and start a webcam, thus ensuring that we have full control over the downfall of these girls. In a sick way, I agree with the motives of his idea. Unfortunately,
chinatownwebcam.com is taken. Oh wait, fuck, no it isn't...