The Stuyvesant Town advertisement in the First Avenue L-train station has been defaced by anti-yuppies. Living large and spending less (?) in the new lux-life StuyTown, two recession-era gals contemplate their recently constricted living situation.
"Can I afford this?" asks the woman on the couch. "Maybe we can sell this," she wonders, an arrow pointing to an "artwork" she picked up, possibly in the basement of Urban Outfitters.
"I really don't think so," says her pal from the dinette. "How about Daddy?"
Meanwhile, on the floor by the coffee table, a pair of shoes bids, "Bye bye." In this economy, two months rent is too much to spare for leopard-print stilettos.
Is life getting bad in the new StuyTown?
So bad, in fact, a resident reports that drunken college-students have resorted to taking shits in the hallways. Writes one StuyTowner, when he spotted the shitter, "The clearly inebriated young man just looked at me and said, 'Hey when ya gotta go ya gotta go.'"