I had always thought Duane Reed were just two schmucks that started a drug store in the 1800s, until I came upon the intersection of Duane and Reed in the financial district, to which I had said out loud to myself: "Oh."
@The Cajun Boy: No. DR is a local drug store and only in the NYC metro area. Maybe the holding company has an investment in a chain very similar to DR?
@afterabe: I didn't want this to turn into one of those burning, emotional Gawker debates like we have about abortion or gun control so I did a bit of research.
If you go to www.duanereade.com
there is a link that says "Uniquely New York Since 1960." When I tried to put the zip codes from other states the search engine just stared at me blankly. However, there are some Duane Reades in New Jersey. So, I don't know if the Duane Read people meant "Uniquely Greater New York," or maybe "Uniquely New York styled," but they don't really seem to be making a valiant effort to follow college students around the country.
@randomnessish: If you want us to believe in the existence of a Tennessee Duane Reade, you are going to have to provide hard photographic evidence or a google street view link.
I fear that I may have added to this controversy rather than diffused it.
@ChillbearLatrigue: As a Taoist Master in training and a displaced New Yorker, I had to walk back my initial response which was "You obviously don't know what the fuck you're talking about because DR is a local drug chain...." I paused and thought maybe there was that one DR they opened in an obscure part of Tennessee. It was only then that I went to the DR website and discovered the only places listed as locations were in and around NYC. I didn't see anything that was south of New Jersey. And by then I'd calmed down and even presented a more diplomatic response by injecting the possibility there was a DR look-a-like in Tennessee.
@randomnessish: also, what do you mean deep south? if you're in nashville, then i beg to differ, but if you're anywhere else in tennessee then carry on...
As god as my witness, I promise each and every one of you that I will never, ever leave Kansas with the idea of making my mark on the world in NYC. Bleh.
@Mama Penguino: Kansas is wonderful, especially the tallgrass prairie preserves. Everything you could ever want, great big blue skies, wildflowers, tornadoes, are right there already and no reason ever to leave. New York, though, is going through one of its adolescent phases when the old is dead and the new is not quite yet born, and in this interregnum, there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms. To steal some more from Gramsci, in the meanwhile the cultural hegemony of New York has been temporarily suspended, so we might as well all move back to Wichita and raise ponies or something useful.
@krismry: Aw, that's beautiful. In fact, I was just at the Konza Prairie last weekend. Despite being born and raised in Kansas -- with a few brief moves to the west coast, England, and the Deep South -- the tallgrass prairie never, ever ceases to leave me breathless with possibilities.
Since they're the new "Great Gatsby's", then just like the book itself I can happily live my life without ever having to read any of their boring-ass "poor little richie rich" clap trap then, right?
@punitentiary: I HAVE TO KNOW: does she just have like, a mini tripod with which she takes all the photos of herself? Or is it a little elf? A portable Adrien Field? DOES SHE PUT HER LAPPY ON THE GROUND?
interesting aside related to this topic - today i was googling about the motherfucker partie scene of the past. gawker had a picture of a sexy writer named Jessica Pilot who apparently worked for penguin at the time. so i got to googling her and she is a freelance writer now and apparently had a stint with Radar. Then I saw this:
I was wondering if gawker even knew about this, or if they're buddies with her. Either way, it's cringe-inducing.
This piece should scream "don't hate the player hate the game" in my ear. Strangely, it does not, this lot can't ever get enough in the way of a good old fashioned lampooning. Early and often. That being said..
Assembled here is a cast of characters that only our culture and our sort of, time spirit, could possibly produce.. Singularly.
America. What a country.
But admit it, we love them. We adore them. All of them. And I for one am not afraid to admit it. They do so much for us, on so many different levels.
This admission was hatched because I made a public declaration of love for the Lady gaga song "poker face", and the flood gates have opened. Inhibitions about what brings me joy, as well as the pretense of what I pretend to enjoy, are falling away.
Kind of like what I imagine a newly outed gay man feels... It's doesn't suck, this feeling.
Inside edition is officially no longer a guilty pleasure, by the way.
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I'm waiting for this one to show up in the video stores on 8th Ave..
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Oh, and it's just as dingy and depressing as the Duane Reades in NY.
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If you go to www.duanereade.com
there is a link that says "Uniquely New York Since 1960." When I tried to put the zip codes from other states the search engine just stared at me blankly. However, there are some Duane Reades in New Jersey. So, I don't know if the Duane Read people meant "Uniquely Greater New York," or maybe "Uniquely New York styled," but they don't really seem to be making a valiant effort to follow college students around the country.
@randomnessish: If you want us to believe in the existence of a Tennessee Duane Reade, you are going to have to provide hard photographic evidence or a google street view link.
I fear that I may have added to this controversy rather than diffused it.
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SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER.
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I was wondering if gawker even knew about this, or if they're buddies with her. Either way, it's cringe-inducing.
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Assembled here is a cast of characters that only our culture and our sort of, time spirit, could possibly produce.. Singularly.
America. What a country.
But admit it, we love them. We adore them. All of them. And I for one am not afraid to admit it. They do so much for us, on so many different levels.
This admission was hatched because I made a public declaration of love for the Lady gaga song "poker face", and the flood gates have opened. Inhibitions about what brings me joy, as well as the pretense of what I pretend to enjoy, are falling away.
Kind of like what I imagine a newly outed gay man feels... It's doesn't suck, this feeling.
Inside edition is officially no longer a guilty pleasure, by the way.
05/25/09
05/24/09