What happens when you’re stuck on a subway car.
There was a ton of great writing about Bill Cosby this week, and because there needs to be balance in the universe or some shit, a corresponding amount of truly heinous commentary. Let’s dive on in. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny
The New York City Metropolitan Transit Authority (or MTA) is host to a program called “Music Under New York,” in which it acts essentially as a patron of the arts, exposing musical acts to a captive audience of what’s probably millions every day. Day or night, a walk through New York City’s subway stations sometimes feels like a trip to a concert hall (except that a concert hall hopefully smells better and is a lot less crowded). As a lover of music, I appreciate the program. As a commuter, I hate it.