This made me eat three Devil Dogs washed down with a Yoo-Hoo. So some good really can come from bad, cringe-inducing writing inspired by the wretched inhabitants of the People's Republic of Park Slope. #parkslope
Blah, blah, blah. Along with articles about how "amazing" DiFara’s pizza is, or someone discovering Admiral’s Row near the Brooklyn Navy yard, or an article on "crazy" roommates, it’s a semi-regular ritual for an aspiring features writer to bitch/whine/moan about the co-op.
You know, the majority of co-op complaints are nonsense. First, you are not forced to join. Heck, nowadays you have tons of other choices. Don’t like the place head to Fairway, Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods! Heck, do Fresh Direct! Second, the majority of complaints seem to come from liberal arts majors who have never done an ounce of work in basic retail in any way.
You know what I have found about co-op members who don’t complain? Most of them aren’t organic or health food cliches, but people who have actually *GASP* worked in retail or understands the value of just getting a job done. I’ve watched old men and women, pregnant moms and a fairly famous folks working and not only not complaining, but just working and happy to do work.
There’s nothing really self-rightgeous about the place. Join if you want, leave if you want. The deal is you work about 3 hours every 4 weeks. If that seems harsh, sorry but do you fold into a fetal position while trying to put together IKEA furniture. #parkslope
You know, I hate to sound like a geezer, but in the NYC I grew up in (late 60's-early 70s- think Taxi Driver, not When Harry Met Sally) everyone mentioned in this article would have gotten a severe beating if they were caught in Park Slope. #parkslope
I am reminded of my father's greatest moment. At a "harvest co-op" meeting 20 years ago in Winnipeg, Canada, when another member proposed to listen to a hockey game on the radio, my dad protested on ethical grounds: "I don't know. They use artificial ice, you know." #parkslope
I love the co-op my family belongs to in the crunchy little college town down the road. For $300, you and your whole family are members for life. And you never have to work. It's the best. #parkslope
The only good thing about reading the actual article in the NYT is that I have the internet + didn't waste cash buying the paper. However, it was an utter waste of time. The comments section is unusually civil (thus far). I was hoping for more impassioned resentment towards the author, who should find a cause more worthy than slamming her local food co-op. Someone should drop her in the middle of Port-au-Prince. By the way, she's not a native. New Yorkers, especially Brooklynites do not have the words "guilt and shame" in their vocabulary. #parkslope
@Foster Kamer: Totes the Jews do. And the Catholics, too.
Jews: Guilt and shame for what they *didn't* do.
Catholics: Guilt and shame for what they *did* do.
I speak from experience: Bklyn cred when the houses were Irish, Italian Jewish, repeat, up and down the streets, and the ones that weren't Jewish had Santa and the reindeers and the sleigh on the roofs. #parkslope
@Foster Kamer: Other than Williamsburg (if even there) there are no "practicing" Jews in New York. (I went to Ethical Culture Schools for 11 years, and I know what a practicing Jew is). So again, no guilt or shame. Oh yeah, have you seen Wall Street lately? #parkslope
@afterabe: There are communities of extremely religious Jews in Crown Heights, Boroughpark, Kew Gardens, and the Upper West and East Sides. Just because everyone at your high school was rolling around in bacon grease with shiksas doesn't mean there aren't still a huge number of people in NYC who still follow the covenant. #parkslope
This article brought back so many horrible memories (both general and specific) from my past.
I was a miserable co-op member who loved the cheap food but was always behind. Not because I am interesting, but because I am disorganized and slothful. My roommate was Sarah Greenberg (not literally, figuratively.)
The reason the accompanying white whine has such a potent taste? How amazingly powerful those cliches are! How real and important all the judging feels when you are trapped within it! ("Aren't you going to the protest today?" "Um, no, I um, have to work. At a job." "Ooooh. I seeeeeee." *Anger!* *Shame!*)
When I think of the co-op, my nostrils flare and my eyes narrow. Even though, yes, it's ridiculous.
Thank god I am now old and live in the residential boredom of one of those districts of Manhattan that lacks a catchy name. #parkslope
@92BuickLeSabre: The mournful way she looked at the neon sign down the street reminds me of seeing the Old Town sign down 18th Street, when there was next to nothing on the block, and knowing I didn't have time to go sit in one of the booths and randomly press the bell button --that wasn't connected at the time--until I got my hot dog with two pickle chips and a big glass of beer. O Youth! #parkslope
You missed the Pie of Salvation at the end. A shining example of the battered and groaning cliche that it's Little Acts of Unmerited Kindness as opposed to People Doing Their Fucking Shifts at the Coop that make the world go round. I wonder if she ever paid back the $4. #parkslope
@futuremrsrickankiel: I hereby nominate "Pie of Salvation" to mean the literary technique hipsters use when trying to justify a seemingly impossible level of egotism/irresponsibility.
Example: "I forgot to vote because I was so busy on election day, and the polling place is ridiculously far away. The guilt I felt that night was tremendous, but then, over my organic free-trade buckwheat tea, I reflected: should Americans really be forced to live like this? At my local burrito stand, they let us vote for the whole month for which vegan seitan burrito will be added to the regular menu. And when I voted for my favorite, the man in the cart looked me in the eye and said 'thank you'. I felt like I made a difference. After all, no one was demanding I change my schedule and go all the way out of my way to stare at some card in an empty booth. Until democracy can be more like the burrito stand, I don't think it's fair to expect us busy people to take part."
Vegan burrito voting means I don't have to vote anymore = Pie of Salvation.
@skahammer: (sheepishly) Well yeah, but it's easy to channel extreme self-satisfaction when you're tipsy and lounging around on a lazy Sunday, you know? ^_~ #parkslope
@futuremrsrickankiel: That "pie of salvation" proves she has never in her life ever worked in retail in any way. You think that pie was going to be stored for next week? Freshly made means by the end of the day it would have been freshly tossed if not sold.
Why do you think so many restaurants give free small deserts near closing time? Toss the cake/pie in the garbage or give it to someone at a table so they can feel good and then come back and buy/tip more.
Wake me when she does a shift at Target. #parkslope
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and the nyt is cutting 100 newsroom positions. nyt should also ban her and the editor (if it has any left) from the nyt for this piece. #parkslope
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You know, the majority of co-op complaints are nonsense. First, you are not forced to join. Heck, nowadays you have tons of other choices. Don’t like the place head to Fairway, Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods! Heck, do Fresh Direct! Second, the majority of complaints seem to come from liberal arts majors who have never done an ounce of work in basic retail in any way.
You know what I have found about co-op members who don’t complain? Most of them aren’t organic or health food cliches, but people who have actually *GASP* worked in retail or understands the value of just getting a job done. I’ve watched old men and women, pregnant moms and a fairly famous folks working and not only not complaining, but just working and happy to do work.
There’s nothing really self-rightgeous about the place. Join if you want, leave if you want. The deal is you work about 3 hours every 4 weeks. If that seems harsh, sorry but do you fold into a fetal position while trying to put together IKEA furniture. #parkslope
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Jews: Guilt and shame for what they *didn't* do.
Catholics: Guilt and shame for what they *did* do.
I speak from experience: Bklyn cred when the houses were Irish, Italian Jewish, repeat, up and down the streets, and the ones that weren't Jewish had Santa and the reindeers and the sleigh on the roofs. #parkslope
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I was a miserable co-op member who loved the cheap food but was always behind. Not because I am interesting, but because I am disorganized and slothful. My roommate was Sarah Greenberg (not literally, figuratively.)
The reason the accompanying white whine has such a potent taste? How amazingly powerful those cliches are! How real and important all the judging feels when you are trapped within it! ("Aren't you going to the protest today?" "Um, no, I um, have to work. At a job." "Ooooh. I seeeeeee." *Anger!* *Shame!*)
When I think of the co-op, my nostrils flare and my eyes narrow. Even though, yes, it's ridiculous.
Thank god I am now old and live in the residential boredom of one of those districts of Manhattan that lacks a catchy name. #parkslope
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Example: "I forgot to vote because I was so busy on election day, and the polling place is ridiculously far away. The guilt I felt that night was tremendous, but then, over my organic free-trade buckwheat tea, I reflected: should Americans really be forced to live like this? At my local burrito stand, they let us vote for the whole month for which vegan seitan burrito will be added to the regular menu. And when I voted for my favorite, the man in the cart looked me in the eye and said 'thank you'. I felt like I made a difference. After all, no one was demanding I change my schedule and go all the way out of my way to stare at some card in an empty booth. Until democracy can be more like the burrito stand, I don't think it's fair to expect us busy people to take part."
Vegan burrito voting means I don't have to vote anymore = Pie of Salvation.
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Why do you think so many restaurants give free small deserts near closing time? Toss the cake/pie in the garbage or give it to someone at a table so they can feel good and then come back and buy/tip more.
Wake me when she does a shift at Target. #parkslope
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And yes to all x 1oo. #parkslope
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