Saturday, March 25, 2017

#infocacciawetrust


Tucked inside Milan’s fancy Brera shopping enclave is a foccacia pizza shop.



It’s a simple formula.




Freshly baked foccacia topped with the finest, local ingredients.


Washed down by cold, Italian beer.


Eccezionale!





Friday, March 24, 2017

go where you wanna go


Transgender folks using bathrooms that do not match their bodies are encountering legal resistance.


TERF’s push back against transwomen born as men
from using the ladies room.


TERF’s believe allowing a man’s body into a woman’s bathroom violates their right to personal privacy.

Then there is WoLF, the Women’s Liberation Front.


They reject a “forced and innapropriate exposure to male anatomy” in what is supposed to be a feminine safe-space.


Now a young man in a Pennsylvania High School has filed a lawsuit against his school district. 


He’s been seeing a counselor because he “experienced confusion, embarassment, humiliation and a loss of his dignity” when, in his words, he found a “girl in our bathroom.”



His complaint says he’s been uncomfortable “holding it” instead of using the men’s bathroom as always.


Sounds like what trans-folks have been going through for decades.



Have a great weekend!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

just one more look


Doris Troy was born in the Bronx, the daughter of a Pentecostal minister.

Wiki says she worked with the Drifters, Cissy Houston and Dionne Warwick before she co-wrote and recorded "Just One Look”.


That hit #3 on the R&B and #10 on the US Billboard Hot 100 in 1963. 


That was huge. She took off. 

She was signed by the Beatles that next year.

She sang behind them everywhere in those years, then the Rolllng stones, then Pink Floyd and practically everyone else.

Life-long smoker. 


Emphysema took her at 67.

But if you need a sing-along, feel-good soul song, 
this could be it.


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

she's blurry you hoser

early check-out


About 1869, 15 years before our ClockTower, a NYC department store magnate named Alexander T. Stewart had an idea.


There was no real place to live for the respectable, single working woman, so he pioneered the concept of a residence hotel on what is now Park Avenue South.


The “Hotel for Working Women” between 32nd and 33rd Streets was a modern cast iron wonder, and few expenses were spared to create a lavish safe place for single ladies to call home.


It opened to much fanfare April 2, 1878 and barely lasted 2 months.



The extravagance of the hotel’s offerings were not even remotely paid for by the modest weekly room cost. 


So the working women were removed and it was converted to the Park Avenue Hotel, reopened a few weeks later at substantially higher prices.


He added a smoking room, a billiard room, and a barber shop. It worked for awhile.


But by 1927 the New York scene was flapper-moderne, and that old cast-iron lady had to go.


We tore it down and got a crappy, undistinguished high-rise in its place.


Tuesday, March 21, 2017