If you live any place long enough, you notice changes. Even if you find yourself with more choices in stores, restaurants or whatever--or if the buildings and parks get fixed up--you'll probably become one of those bitter or cantankerous people who grumbles, "I remember when..."
I'm starting to become one of those people in my current neighborhood of Astoria, Queens. Before I moved here, I lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn for eleven years. That was long enough for me to see it turn from "Dyke Slope" (The Lesbian Herstory Archives are still located in the neighborhood.) to a colony of affluent young couples who divided their work thusly: one worked worked on Wall Street or was running a tech startup, the other pushed the kid in a stroller from pre-school to soccer practice or dance lessons while toting a yoga mat (and wearing $100 yoga pants).
By that time, the joke was that the kids were the fashion accessories. If you saw the way those parents (yes, some of them were men) pushed their carts, with the kid (or, more precisely, the kid's outfit) prominently displayed, you might think it wasn't a joke.
When some of those parents crossed the street, I really thought some of them might be using the kids as human shields!
I was thinking of them when I came across this bike:
It would be perfect for them, don't you think?
I'm starting to become one of those people in my current neighborhood of Astoria, Queens. Before I moved here, I lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn for eleven years. That was long enough for me to see it turn from "Dyke Slope" (The Lesbian Herstory Archives are still located in the neighborhood.) to a colony of affluent young couples who divided their work thusly: one worked worked on Wall Street or was running a tech startup, the other pushed the kid in a stroller from pre-school to soccer practice or dance lessons while toting a yoga mat (and wearing $100 yoga pants).
By that time, the joke was that the kids were the fashion accessories. If you saw the way those parents (yes, some of them were men) pushed their carts, with the kid (or, more precisely, the kid's outfit) prominently displayed, you might think it wasn't a joke.
When some of those parents crossed the street, I really thought some of them might be using the kids as human shields!
I was thinking of them when I came across this bike:
It would be perfect for them, don't you think?
One of the most heartbreaking occurrences that one hears on the news is the death or severe injury of a child in a stroller that was struck by a passing car- often when the adult pushing the stroller hadn't yet stepped off the curb, but already rolled the child into the street.
ReplyDeleteMike--Perhaps there should be some sort of PSA about how to cross a street with a baby stroller.
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