"As you know there's been an underwear battle going on--clotheslines hung up by tenants to show protest of the bars inches from people's windows, and other problems. I'm sending a picture of the latest installment--pantyhose and douchebag." The words "Douche Bag" are written on it in black marker.
Patio-goers should definitely wear protective headgear with this little number dangling above--nozzle-side down...
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"This town needs an enema."
ReplyDeleteHow pithy. I wonder what will hang there next...
ReplyDeleteGreat line, Grieve!
I hope this doesn't backfire (heh) and actually attract people to the hotel for the backside entertainment.
ReplyDeleteI always find it surprising when people move into neighborhoods known for late night reverie in a city that has a motto, "the city that never sleeps" and get surprised and angry when there is noise! This is New York City. If you can't hang in Manhattan then move to Queens because I know plenty of people that can use your apartment that could use the noise.
ReplyDeleteExcept that's not a douche bag, it's an enema bag. Duh.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter, the people are staying on the Bowery to be around the artists. These are the starving artists of our city living on and around the bowery. they live there because the rents are so cheap.
ReplyDeleteThe tourist staying in the Glass Dildo Hotel (GDH Hotel) enjoy the sight of dirty underwear. They love the smell of fresh shit. It makes them feel liberated just as the gold pills sold at the Bowery Museum let them see actual gold in their own shit. They can get on their knees and pray to the shit floating in the toilet, from the gold pills they bought down the street at the "Hell Yeah" rainbow museum.
"I always find it surprising when people move into neighborhoods known for late night reverie in a city that has a motto, "the city that never sleeps" and get surprised and angry when there is noise!"
ReplyDeleteYou *do* know that the apartment buildings were there *before* the bar, right?
I always marvel at how ignorant and dismissive people can be when it comes to the issue of noise in the city. The "city that never sleeps" line of thinking-- that just washes away any rules or logic, and gets used to rationalize the breaking of ordinances, zoning, and just plain lack ofcommon sense. The East Village NEVER had a reputation as an area for "late night reverie" until fairly recently. It always had it's fair share of neigbhorhood bars and haunts, but it never came close to what it evolved into today, not even close. It's not about "hanging", it's about puking,pissing screaming, loitering, louts that come to the area and have no regard for anyone or anything but their own narcissistic needs. It's not about constant activity or hustle, it's about intolerable living conditions like people talking and yelling 6 inches outside your window. The "city that never sleeps" has real people who need to excercise human functions like sleep. Do some homework before making indifferent announcements.
ReplyDeleteThis is stupid.
ReplyDeleteI find it odd that in the old days in East Village, when interesting stuff was that order of the day rather than DB spending cash....it was much quieter.
ReplyDeleteArtists, punks, drag queens, musicians and creative people were much quieter than the new crowd.
F that "this is NY" thing. Typical transplant motto if there ever was one. This patio should never have been built, and should only be open during the day. Common sense and courtesy really. It is too f-n' close to the other buildings, duh. Whose palm was greased to make that happen?
i heard some story on sports radio today where the hotel claimed that the clotheslines were actually bringing tourists to the hotel. which is total nonsense. how many tourists are reading local real estate and/or anti-development blogs? i hope people on the street participate in sending in the photos, too. this hotel has become a symptom of a larger problem. the east village has become ft. lauderdale, urban edition. if you are seriously arguing that your right to blather drunkenly supercedes residents right to live in peace, you have pretty much met the definition of a douchebag
ReplyDeletewhat sports radio show was that?
ReplyDeleteUN read ABLE blog..
ReplyDeletewhite type on black? Bad idea. FYI
I am CERTAIN this shit on the line is attracting customers. As difficult as it is to believe, people coming to the EV to drink and pee in the street always think the OTHER GUY is a douchebag.
ReplyDeleteAs I have said before, you really have to make people feel uncomfortable in order to get them to move. Throw honey and feathers at them. Throw poop at them. Stuff like that. It's a risk I know. But careful, stealth planning can help you avoid arrest. Also covering the spot with very smelly stuff, preferably stuff that ripens and is hidden, when they aren't there will also work.
Right about the noise. Until, even as late as the mid-90s the EV was pretty quiet. Most of the noise was drunk NYU students trying to twirl the cube on Astor Place. When I moved here - 77 - it was dead as a tomb. I remember being afraid to walk all the way down 2nd Avenue to Houston Street. It was dark dark dark.
Instead of the undies...
ReplyDeleteGet a half dozen of those huge pro-life abortion photos and hang them up. Maybe focus a spotlight on them from another window.
Those anti-vivisectionist animal rights mangled test animal posters are pretty nice, too.
Also, how about those super-high pitched sound emitters that only younger folks can hear and drives them away? Sounds perfect and oddly karmic.
As someone who lives in an apartment with windows also facing this same hotel outdoor patio lounge, I must say this:
ReplyDeleteI like the hotel. I like the liveliness of the lounge. I find the hotel itself aesthetically pleasing and the lounge is attractive. I smile when I see people sitting outside with their glasses of wine and relaxing.
On the other hand, the vulgar underwear protest is completely offensive and an eyesore. Seeing that every day outside my window puts me in a bad mood. The underwear hangers are the "bad neighbors", not the hotel guests.