Today was the second day in a row that the MTA decided to make my morning a living hell.
When people cross their legs on the train and let their feet hang out in the middle of the aisle, I get angry.
Shopping for groceries in NYC is kind of a pain in the ass. Stores are tiny, aisles are tight, and prices are high. If you are looking to buy a weeks worth of groceries in person, it’s generally going to be a painful effort.
When you are coming in or out of a building and there are two adjacent doors, do you use the one to your right or to your left?
The MTA 44 select bus service runs through my neighborhood and I take it to Williamsburg to get my hair cut.
I decided not to change my surname after marriage and my husband didn’t challenge me on the matter. Why? Because he’s amazing.
After almost 6 years, I am still happy with my decision. We sometimes get mail that refers to me by my husband’s surname, but we also get mail where his surname is mine. Both of these mistakes make me laugh because it illustrates how society has a hard time handling non-conformity.
A friend of mine recently started the process of changing her name after her wedding and from my view, it is such a pain in the ass. She started her process by going to the social security office on Friday and when she got back to work she said something like, “As the woman (in a heterosexual relationship), you have to do most of the wedding planning and after the wedding, you have to do all of the work to change your name to your husband’s. He doesn’t have to do anything.”
I know my friend well enough to know that her husband did help with some of the wedding planning, but she is right. In this matter of name changing, he gets to go on with his life and she has to take time off of work to go to the social security office, brave the NYS DMV, stress about the timing of getting her passport changed with her travel schedule, update credit cards, bank accounts, and more.
I don’t judge women who change their surname. The great thing is that woman in the United Staes HAVE the choice to change, or not to change, their surname. As Americans, women haven’t always had that choice.
However, because I didn’t go through any of this, I have to say that taking the male route in this scenario by not changing my name was very freeing. It reconfirms my decision to keep my name and not go through this antiquated rigamarole.
I am currently sitting in a doctors office waiting to be seen by the doctor. There are six seats, three on either side facing each other in the waiting room.
I sing in a community choir in Brooklyn. Over the past 4 years, the membership cost of the choir has doubled and the school we are associated with has shortened the number of our performances. This fall we went 3 weeks with inadequate light in our rehearsal room before they changed the lightbulbs and the staff was annoyed that we even asked to have the bulbs changed.
We always have a winter concert in January or February, and that means having rehearsal on MLK Day, an observed holiday in NYC. We also have a summer concert that happens right after Memorial Day and we have to rehearse on Memorial Day.
Not much stops NYC from functioning. Not even the snow.
I am feeling old and grumpy as hell today. Sorry to anyone who may have encountered me in my fury.
We have a law here in NYC that you have to shovel at least a four foot pathway for pedestrians in front of your property.
For the past 6 winters this piece of crap CVS on Nostrand Avenue does the laziest job of shoveling and I am sick of it. So today I decided I had enough of their crap and I reported them to 311. Perhaps 311 is a black hole of complaints, but it still felt good to report them.
The owners of the property never shovel, they took the self checkout lanes out of the store so the lines are too goddamned long, and their prices are higher than Manhattan.
Just look at that lazy shoveling job:
I’m turning into my father.