GET UP OFFA THAT THANG
GET UP OFFA THAT THANG
The thing about starting a new job is that everyday, at least for a few weeks, you’ll be making a first impression.
So for a former late-riser, business way casual and sneakers-wearer, I’ve had to make some pretty drastic adjustments. 7:30 wake-ups, suits, and *gasp* shoes.
It’s the latter that poses the most difficulty. I have pretty messed up footsies due to bad genetics and 12 years of ballet dancing, so I’ve always preferred sneakers and flat shoes to heels or fancy boots. Furthermore, now I have a longer commute on the ever-crowded NYC subways and I’m travelling at the traditional rush hours.
The combination has caused me to think a lot about chivalry.
My friend’s brother, an adorably well-raised, young man complains that he hates taking the subway from Manhattan’s Upper east side to Brooklyn because he has to stand for most of the hour-and-a-half long trip.
I couldn’t believe that not one seat would open up on the whole trip and asked why he was standing so long. Basically, he said he couldn’t sit, if there was a woman standing, so he always ended giving up his seat.
See? adorably well-raised.
My subway ride is probably 35 minutes door-to-door, but in heels, it feels like two days.
As I stand rocking back and forth in sub-human crowd conditions, I scour the cars looking at the faces of the seated — those lucky bastards obliviously reading their papers and drinking their lattes. I especially loathe the sleepers.
My eyes implore “C’mon mister…get up. Get up. GET UP!!!!!!”
It worked once. But truth be told, I think I may have said the words out loud instead of just thinking them.
Oh well, I got a seat and was happy.
But for the most part, the adorably well-raised don’t ride the Q train from the ECB to Midtown during rush hour. The cold, selfish, seat-grubbers do and the rest of us are left only with bitterness.
That and racial profiling.
The hippie looking white kids will most likely get off at the NYU stop, the middle aged Asian women, the Chinatown stop, the business suit wearers, Penn Station and so on…
I don’t know what these people are complaining about, at least they are sitting.
February 19th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
‘12 years of ballet dancing’
WTF?!?!?!!?
February 19th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
‘12 years of ballet dancing’
WTF?!?!?!!?
February 19th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
‘12 years of ballet dancing’
WTF?!?!?!!?
February 19th, 2004 at 5:17 pm
I believe in equal rights, so I never volunteer my seat to a woman — unless she’s pregnant, handicapped, or really old.
Just yesterday I was riding the 4/5 downtown and was one of the only people standing in the car. When we pulled into 59 St, some guy close to me stood up. But the guy waited until the doors were already open before he stood and before I had a chance to sit down, some man who just got on the train literally ran to take the seat away from me.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:17 pm
I believe in equal rights, so I never volunteer my seat to a woman — unless she’s pregnant, handicapped, or really old.
Just yesterday I was riding the 4/5 downtown and was one of the only people standing in the car. When we pulled into 59 St, some guy close to me stood up. But the guy waited until the doors were already open before he stood and before I had a chance to sit down, some man who just got on the train literally ran to take the seat away from me.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:17 pm
I believe in equal rights, so I never volunteer my seat to a woman — unless she’s pregnant, handicapped, or really old.
Just yesterday I was riding the 4/5 downtown and was one of the only people standing in the car. When we pulled into 59 St, some guy close to me stood up. But the guy waited until the doors were already open before he stood and before I had a chance to sit down, some man who just got on the train literally ran to take the seat away from me.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:42 pm
I’m with Pete. Women fought so hard for their equal rights, I feel it would be an insult to offer a seat to a perfectly capable woman… unless she’s really really hot!
I kid! I kid!
The subway’s great for racial profiling, ain’t it? Yesterday, while reading another guy’s post about the F Train, I was reminded how basically 98% of the non-Russian white folk exited that train at the 7th Ave stop in Park Slope. It was like a yuppie stampede (I used to be on 15th/Prospect Park, so I figured I had one more stop worth of street-cred.)
Now I’m on the 2 Train and the farthest out most white people take the train (including me) is Grand Army Plaza.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:42 pm
I’m with Pete. Women fought so hard for their equal rights, I feel it would be an insult to offer a seat to a perfectly capable woman… unless she’s really really hot!
I kid! I kid!
The subway’s great for racial profiling, ain’t it? Yesterday, while reading another guy’s post about the F Train, I was reminded how basically 98% of the non-Russian white folk exited that train at the 7th Ave stop in Park Slope. It was like a yuppie stampede (I used to be on 15th/Prospect Park, so I figured I had one more stop worth of street-cred.)
Now I’m on the 2 Train and the farthest out most white people take the train (including me) is Grand Army Plaza.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:42 pm
I’m with Pete. Women fought so hard for their equal rights, I feel it would be an insult to offer a seat to a perfectly capable woman… unless she’s really really hot!
I kid! I kid!
The subway’s great for racial profiling, ain’t it? Yesterday, while reading another guy’s post about the F Train, I was reminded how basically 98% of the non-Russian white folk exited that train at the 7th Ave stop in Park Slope. It was like a yuppie stampede (I used to be on 15th/Prospect Park, so I figured I had one more stop worth of street-cred.)
Now I’m on the 2 Train and the farthest out most white people take the train (including me) is Grand Army Plaza.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:54 pm
hahahahaha, yeah I’ve been on the 2 train to see the white flight!
February 19th, 2004 at 5:54 pm
hahahahaha, yeah I’ve been on the 2 train to see the white flight!
February 19th, 2004 at 5:54 pm
hahahahaha, yeah I’ve been on the 2 train to see the white flight!
February 19th, 2004 at 5:55 pm
The funniest is the L train where all the hipsters get off at the first Brooklyn stop. 96th street on the 6 and 86th street on the 4 and 5 has a mass white exodus.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:55 pm
The funniest is the L train where all the hipsters get off at the first Brooklyn stop. 96th street on the 6 and 86th street on the 4 and 5 has a mass white exodus.
February 19th, 2004 at 5:55 pm
The funniest is the L train where all the hipsters get off at the first Brooklyn stop. 96th street on the 6 and 86th street on the 4 and 5 has a mass white exodus.
February 20th, 2004 at 5:13 pm
Ballet? Yeah right.
Suits? HAHAHAHAHAHA
Shoes? Ever think of wearing sneakers and putting the heals on when you get to work?
February 20th, 2004 at 5:13 pm
Ballet? Yeah right.
Suits? HAHAHAHAHAHA
Shoes? Ever think of wearing sneakers and putting the heals on when you get to work?
February 20th, 2004 at 5:13 pm
Ballet? Yeah right.
Suits? HAHAHAHAHAHA
Shoes? Ever think of wearing sneakers and putting the heals on when you get to work?
February 20th, 2004 at 5:58 pm
Yes, I tried that at my last job. I ended up wearing the sneakers all day and getting laughed at by certain mean colleagues.
February 20th, 2004 at 5:58 pm
Yes, I tried that at my last job. I ended up wearing the sneakers all day and getting laughed at by certain mean colleagues.
February 20th, 2004 at 5:58 pm
Yes, I tried that at my last job. I ended up wearing the sneakers all day and getting laughed at by certain mean colleagues.
March 5th, 2004 at 7:07 pm
You can buy shoes a half-size larger and put pads in them. It helps. You can wear a very low-heel dress pump to work, and change when you get there, if you want a higher heel most of the work day.
March 5th, 2004 at 7:07 pm
You can buy shoes a half-size larger and put pads in them. It helps. You can wear a very low-heel dress pump to work, and change when you get there, if you want a higher heel most of the work day.
March 5th, 2004 at 7:07 pm
You can buy shoes a half-size larger and put pads in them. It helps. You can wear a very low-heel dress pump to work, and change when you get there, if you want a higher heel most of the work day.
April 25th, 2007 at 10:48 am
[...] I can’t really remember the first time I met Ronnie. In my head, though, he is always sheepishly walking three or four paces behind his brutish older sister. A mere lad of 8 or 9 with moppish blond hair, being beaten about the head for walking too slow or too fast or talking or breathing. That Karol, she is evil. Her brother, soooo much better. I used to ask that she leave me Ronnie in her will. But that was before I realized, I didn’t need Karol to leave me her brother, I could just take him! Which we’ve done. So, really this post is about my little brother Ronnie. The last time I mentioned him on this blog I called him “adorably well-raised,” although, I’ve come to the conclusion that he just adorably is. There’s an innate goodness about young Ron Lad that I’ve yet to see in anyone else. We play a lot of poker together and comments and situations which would send other people flying across the table to throttle someone, or storming away in huff, Ronnie difuses with a smile and a perfectly worded comment which leaves everyone laughing. I often say that I’m going to follow him around with a taperecorder to get material for my self-help “Big Book of Ronnie,” which I’m sure will spur a cult movement of “Chill.” There’ll be millions of Ronnieists worldwide wearing baseball caps and saying “buuuudddddy.” And wouldn’t that just be awesome? So, happy birthday, young Ron Lad. What are you now, 11? 12?
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