2006-12-18 Metropolitan Diary analysis

Continuing my catch-up, but this has disappeared into the Times Select netherworld. I quote it in its entirety below but if you have Select you can see the original.

DEAR DIARY:

It happened one rainy morning on the bus going down to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Cast of characters:

My cousin Blanche, a friendly, great-grandmotherly woman.

Young mother with two very young children in tow: approximately 4-year-old daughter, approximately 2-year-old son.

Blanche to little girl: ''What are you doing on the bus on such a nasty, rainy day?''

Little girl: ''We're going to the museum.''

Blanche: ''Oh! I'm going there too. What are you going to see?''

Little girl: ''We're going to look at the broken statues.''

Blanche: ''Oh my! Broken statues! I wonder who broke them!''

Little girl: Pointing an accusing finger at her younger brother: ''He did!''

And cousin Blanche met me at the museum and we looked at broken statues, too.

Category: Precocious NY Kids (no other explanation is necessary)

Dear Diary:

Seen on the marquee of the Midway Theater in Forest Hills:

WE NOW SERVE COFFEE

STRANGER THAN FICTION

Category: Amusing Misspellings (it's really an "Unamusing Juxtaposition" but you gotta stick with what you got for categories)

[terrible poem comparing Tiffany's to a dragonfly]

Category: n/a (I don't do poems)

Dear Diary:

On a Third Avenue bench, I am enjoying a bright warm afternoon viewing the constant passing show of life in New York.

An older woman (my age) approaches with arms akimbo asking (demanding), ''Where's the bus stop?'' (As in, ''What did you do with the bus stop?'') I ask, ''Which bus?'' (There are many on Third.)

She said, ''You know, the one that goes UP and DOWN.''

Although buses only go UP on Third, I instantly know what she means: the bus that goes UP Third, DOWN Second.

''Fiftieth Street,'' I direct (Know-it-all!).

''Harrumph!'' says she on her way UP Third.

Category: New York Eccentrics (a category often used to capture annoying and tiresome interactions with old people such as this)

Dear Diary:

An elderly friend of ours is a resident of the Mary Manning Walsh Nursing Home at York Avenue and 72nd Street. Recently I took her out for her weekly ride in her wheelchair in the neighborhood she has lived in for more than 50 years.

As we crossed York Avenue at 71st Street, we passed in front of an M72 bus stopped at the light. Suddenly the driver began to tap on the windshield, waving enthusiastically at my friend.

When we reached the sidewalk, he opened the door. ''Where have you been?'' he asked. ''I haven't seen you in a long time. You look great. You always do!''

With that, the light changed. A final wave, ''Keep well.'' The door closed and the bus proceeded up York Avenue.

Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All! (the nice bus driver remembers the old lady)

Dear Diary:

After the New York City Ballet's opening-night performance, the promenade lobby at the New York State Theater was beautifully set with decorated tables for the gala dinner. Exquisitely dressed patrons and socialites were making their entrances, and lovely music set the scene. The tables were adorned with sprays of delicate flowers, and waiters stood at attention to serve the guests.

We ordinary audience members from the upper rings passed by this lush setting, and a mother with two 8- or 9-year-old girls was overheard to say, emphatically, ''There are a lot of speeches, very little eating, mediocre food, and we're not invited.''

Category: Precocious NY Kids (for a second I thought the kids had said this, which would have been a slam-dunk for this category, but I'll leave it in, as the mother is saying this to the kids, which tends to indicate that they will either grow up precocious or full of class resentment. Either way, Precocious it is.)

Dear Diary:

Leaving a delightful concert at Carnegie Hall recently, I walked to the 57th Street station to catch the F train back to Queens. In the station, I first heard and then saw a man playing Vivaldi on his violin. A group of young people were gathered around the older man, quietly listening to the lilting sounds.

When the piece was finished, one young man admiringly said, ''Yo, you play that violin like Tupac raps!''

Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All! (uh, because the obviously "urban" kids are enjoying the violin player)

Dear Diary:

The other morning there is the usual purposeful chaos at the corner store's deli counter on 14th Street.

The counterman shouts, ''What you want?'' and people shout back, ''Black with a buttered roll,'' ''Two, light and sweet,'' and so forth.

A young guy in construction-worker clothes steps up to the counter. The counterman shouts, ''What you want?''

Young guy answers in a thick Eastern European accent, ''I - want - coffee.''

Counterman shouts, ''How you like your coffee?'' The young guy looks puzzled.

Counterman shouts louder, ''HOW YOU LIKE YOUR COFFEE?'' The young guy doesn't understand, so the counterman really shouts, ''HOW - YOU - LIKE - YOUR - COFFEE?''

The young guy now understands and is pleased to answer with complete confidence:

''I like my coffee very much!''

Category: Amusing Misspellings (though not a misspelling, this category is frequently used to indicate "foreigner misunderstands something")

Note: I am withholding the totals for a future "January 1st 2007" entry.

2006-12-11 Metropolitan Diary analysis

As I am catching up on old entries, this one has already become hidden to those without Times Select. For those who do have it, here is a link to the column. I have quoted it and expect that my responses and/or parody represent "fair use". I've also removed the author names because if any of these individuals end up "ego-surfing" I would prefer that their search not result in my puerile japes at their expense.

DEAR DIARY:

On a recent Monday evening my girlfriend, Thania, and I were walking home from a birthday party in Morningside Heights. It was well past our curfew, and we were a few blocks away from our normal territory.

I had just begun to complain about waking up the next morning to move our van when, much to my disbelief, I spotted it -- 12 blocks from where I had parked it! It was attached to a New York Police Department tow truck, and though I've had my share of parking tickets, I was positive that I had left it on the proper side of the street.

Astonishingly, the truck wasn't towing it away, but was easing it back and forth into a new parking spot! Because of an impending movie shoot on Riverside Drive, the city was moving all vehicles and pasting on them a ''48-hour-immunity sticker'' -- protecting them from the alternate-side parking rules for the next two days.

''Would you like to just take it right now?'' the officer asked. I didn't have to think twice.

''No thanks,'' I said. ''It's all yours.''

Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All!
(that is, moving the cars and providing alternate-side parking immunity showed compassion on the part of the officer)

Dear Diary:

Dad to young son as they strode, hand in hand, on Seventh Avenue in Park Slope: ''Hey! Don't interrupt me when I'm ignoring you!''

Category: Precocious NY Kids (though I may someday move to Park Slope, I will now snidely note that that part of New York City breeds precociousness in both kids and parents)

Dear Diary:

As I walked south on Broadway on the Upper West Side, a man pushing a shopping cart approached me and said, ''I'm hungry.''

Having been taught as a child not to give cash to ''street people,'' but also not to ignore a hungry person, I replied: ''I won't give you money, but if you're hungry, I'll get you something to eat. There's a greengrocer across the street. What do you want?''

''Vegetables,'' he said.

''Vegetables?'' I repeated, somewhat taken aback.

''That's right -- vegetables; I'm a vegetarian,'' he explained, as we crossed Broadway.

Entering the store together, I asked him what he wanted, and he told me, ''Kale.'' My eyebrows climbed higher and higher on my forehead as my surprise deepened.

''Kale,'' I repeated. ''What are you going to do with kale?''
''I'm going to steam it and eat it,'' he replied, looking at me as if I were an idiot.

From then on, I kept my mouth shut and just did as I was asked, which was to pay for the two bunches of kale he picked out with tender loving care from the pile on the shelf.

As he took his leave, thanking me profusely, I muttered to myself, ''Only in New York!''

Category: New York Eccentrics
(referring to the fussy, vegetarian homeless man)

Dear Diary:

For my friend Roslyn's birthday, I got her a gift certificate to Paragon Sports. She e-mailed that she couldn't wait to show me her new birthday running bra.

The next day, as we were approaching each other along the Hudson River Walkway, she flipped up her top to reveal her new bra. I smiled in surprise, but not as much as the businessman walking near me and talking into his cellphone.

His eyebrows rose as he exclaimed into the phone: ''This woman just flashed me! And I thought New York was supposed to be a GOOD city!''

Category: New York Eccentrics (the businessman could be considered a rube but I think flashing your sports bra to your friend places you securely in the NY Eccentrics category)

Dear Diary:

As I was leaving the 86th Street subway station the other evening, I found myself a little confused by the sight of a well-dressed older gentleman with his fingers plugged firmly in his ears. My own ears were stuffed with iPod headphones, so at first I had no idea what was causing his displeasure, but since there weren't any trains in the station it obviously wasn't the high-pitched brake squeal that everyone knows and hates.

Upon looking around a little more carefully, however, I spotted the source of the man's displeasure across the tracks on the downtown platform: a cellist playing Bach. Oy!

Category: Jaded New Yorkers
(a toss-up between this and NY Eccentrics but I will call it jaded due to a) iPod headphones to block out unpleasant subway noises and b) annoyance with subway musicians, who for the most part annoy me, too)

Dear Diary:

I was waiting for the Second Avenue bus when a well-dressed woman, probably in her 70s, joined me in the shelter. When the bus arrived and opened its doors, she asked the driver if he stopped at 19th Street, just four blocks away.

Assured that it was the next stop, she began to board the bus. She had such tremendous difficulty climbing the steps that I instantly understood why she took the bus to travel such a short distance.

She got off at 19th and from my seat I watched her hobble slowly down the street in obvious pain. Then I noticed something I had missed before. She was wearing black, calf-high leather boots precariously balanced on 4-inch spike heels.

Fashion is a cruel and apparently unrelenting master.

Category: New York Eccentrics
(wearing painful spike heels at age 70 is the sign of an Eccentric in my book, though this trait is not solely confined to New York)

Metropolitan Diary analysis, 2006-08-21

Hello dear readers, I am trying to be prompt about this blog again and so here is the analysis of today's Metropolitan Diary:

• Real New Yorker gives advice to tourists about how to behave in New York, and also includes anecdote in which a tourist family holds their kids out of everyone's way so that the New Yorkers can go to work. Category: Rubes in the Big City
  
• Kids offer lemonade to passer-by and when asked why they do not charge, are told it is Shabbos. Category: Precocious NY Kids (so, apropos of my comment last week that Precocious NY Kids has taken a break for the summer, let me note that this may mean summer nears its end. Or, maybe it's that kids who honor Shabbos stick around the Upper West Side in the summer?)
• Starbucks counterperson easily handles two complex orders, but is taken aback by the writer's order of a "light decaf". Category: Jaded New Yorkers (This entry confused me greatly as I am filled with hatred for both parties. My first reaction was anger towards the writer for ordering something that can really only be ordered in old-style New York delis, which have largely disappeared. So I can't call that person a rube, more like out of touch. (Note the comment "In desperate need of a cup of coffee, I ended up recently in a Starbucks". I guess the local Greek Deli With Shitty Old Pot Of Coffee was out of coffee that day when you got desperate?) On the other hand, I am filled with self-hatred because I have become a person that thinks everyone should know the retarded and pretentious Starbucks ordering system. Basically, if you have to say something which will modify the amount of foam in your special coffee order, or if your coffee order includes ingredients other than coffee, milk, and possibly sugar, you are fucking pretentious. I even hate myself for knowing to say "venti drip" instead of "large coffee". And, even a 5-year veteran barista should still understand classic New York City coffee orders like "light decaf", "small dark coffee", and whatnot. So this Metro Diary entry has sent me on a roller-coaster ride of emotions. Thanks, Suzanne.)
• Two nannies argue over what one's charge did to the other. Category: Precocious NY Kids
• Bus driver threatens to turn off A/C on very hot day unless a pregnant woman is given a seat. Category: New York Eccentrics
• Cabbie pretends to confuse visitors with "showgirls", to their delight. Category: Rubes in the Big City
• Van remodelling funeral home has sign offering "creative finishes". Category: Amusing Misspellings (if there was a "shitty jokes" category I'd use that instead)
• Person on bus is overheard to say to his or her friend that "you're never really off [work]". Category: New York Eccentrics (This one is a mystery to me... either it's a joke so bad that my mind cannot fathom that it might be a joke, or I'm just dense and this is supposed to reference something I don't understand. Either way, I feel dumber and angrier just for having read it.)

Totals for this Metropolitan Diary:
Amusing Misspellings: 1
Jaded New Yorkers: 1
New York Eccentrics: 2
Precocious NY Kids: 2
Rubes in the Big City: 2

Totals YTD:
Amusing Misspellings: 15
Jaded New Yorkers: 26
New York Eccentrics: 25
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 16
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 13
Precocious NY Kids: 30
Precocious NY Pets: 6
Rubes in the Big City: 19
Single New York Woman's Perspective: 3
WTF: 2

Metropolitan Diary analysis: 2006-08-14

I might as well as start off every entry with an apology for how long it's been. This six-week lag is my most egregious yet, and this after I supposedly picked up another reader, from the rural thumb of Michigan.

Anyway, here is my thoughtful analysis of today's Metropolitan Diary. I think I'm still fixated on the unintentional "class struggle" aspect of these Dear Diary entries so as my readers, you can either bear with me, enjoy the ride, or click that "next blog" tag up in the top right and read a much more interesting blog by a sassy housewife from a suburban area! I really don't care, I'm just that kind of blogger!

One other thing to note. In the summertime, all New Yorkers of the sort that the Metropolitan Diary is written by and about are at summer houses and send their kids to camp. So have you noticed that the Precocious NY Kids category is falling way off? Originally I thought there would ultimately only be two categories, that one and Rubes in the Big City. Clearly I did not understand the subtle nuances of the Metropolitan Diary then as I do now, but it looks like NY Kids is rapidly losing due to the summertime absence of precocious children. Perhaps if I continue with the true insane nature of my mission (which is to categorize a years' worth of the Metro Diary) I will go back through the summer and provide trending to show that with kids out of town, Precocious NY Kids Metropolitan Diary entries have a corresponding drop. I'll get back to you on this important issue!

• Waitress unable to understand that customer wants rugelach AND coffee, and he has to point it out to her. Come on, as a highly paid professional, why doesn't the waitress understand what "Paul" is asking for? Category: Amusing Misspellings (Well, um, 'cause she mistook his order. All three of my readers are welcome to comment if they believe it should be in a different category.)
• FYI, I usually don't comment on the poems.
• Dry cleaner has sign in window offering to press suits for free if the customer is unemployed and needs it for an interview. Letter ends with "Aren't New Yorkers nice!" which really means I have no choice but to assign it the Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All!
• Woman spots "tired and sweaty movers" lounging on fancy antiques on hot day and refers to it as a "wonderful sight". Was she being facetious? Do not the workingmen deserve rest like the media professionals who work "just south of Union Square"? When they rise up, "Maggie", you had best have plenty of fancy chairs for all hard-working people! Category: New York Eccentrics
• Woman impulsively asks passer-by to take picture of herself, a sidewalk fruit vendor, and another customer, sparking an interracial "moment of silliness". Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All!
• Bikers on West Side path see nun roller-blading, and crack joke that "she must be late to Mass". How did they know she was not praying for the deaths of the two disrespectful sinners? (just kidding) Category: Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!
• Woman pushes cart through line at supermarket after week at the beach, forgetting that you leave the cart at the opposite end of the line, and is called out as a rube by fellow customer in line. I do live to make fun of the Metropolitan Diary, but I have to admit I found this sort of amusing. Maybe it's just because as soon as I read it I knew I would be able to assign my favorite Category: Rubes In The Big City

Totals for this Metropolitan Diary:
Amusing Misspellings: 1
New York Eccentrics: 1
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 2
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 1
Rubes in the Big City: 1

Totals YTD:
Amusing Misspellings: 14
Jaded New Yorkers: 25
New York Eccentrics: 23
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 16
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 13
Precocious NY Kids: 28
Precocious NY Pets: 6
Rubes in the Big City: 17
Single New York Woman's Perspective: 3
WTF: 2

Metropolitan Diary analysis: 2006-07-03

Yeah, I know, it's been awhile. Check out my other blog, it's been awhile there, too. Since I now have a hit count tracker I know that my only readers mistakenly come across this blog by searching Google for the real Metropolitan Diary so I don't feel all that guilty.

Here is the analysis for today's column:

• Woman who is taking a jacket and tie to her husband for his client meeting in a cab (and who clearly does not have a job of her own and who is clearly coming from a park view apartment) notices her immigrant cab driver and an immigrant truck driver using their "limited English" to determine the score of the Germany-Costa Rica World Cup game. Category: Jaded New Yorkers (maybe I should have created a new category, "Class Warfare", to indicate my discomfort that a woman who can take a cab down from the Upper West Side to bring her husband a coat and tie is referring to people as "immigrants" and making reference to their "limited English". This is a typical Metropolitan Diary entry in which people note a cultural difference, or income discrepancy, and then try to salvage their street cred by saying something like "Talk about New York City as a melting pot".)
• Woman at hotel front desk thinks the writer is talking about "Scotch taping" rather than a "Scotch tasting". Category: Amusing Misspellings
• Writer finds that "New York Style Bagel Chips" are made in Bulgaria and jokes that he would have "paid a premium" if they indicated as such. Category: Jaded New Yorkers (I would have used "Rubes in the Big City" and then made a joke about the writer's ignorance about the global pursuit of the lowest possible wages, which are the reason why practically nothing is manufactured in New York City anymore, but for some reason I am delving into the political a bit too much in this analysis so I will just say that the writer is "jaded" because noticed that a somewhat stereotypically New York product is made in an area of the planet that is very dissimilar from New York and laughed it off.)
• "New York daughter" refers to Disney World in California as being "on the West Side". Category: Precocious NY Kids
• Woman experiencing a crowded Times Square wants to see where New Yorkers "raise the children". Category: Rubes in the Big CIty
• Doorman at hotel tells visitor to "take a nap when you get home". Category: Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!
• Woman who takes a lot of cabs and finds them dirty is impressed by the accomplishments of a Haitian cab driver with seven successful children who says "God bless America". Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All (I was tempted to continue today's theme of interpreting everything in terms of class warfare and then call this category "Immigrants Aren't So Bad, After All", but that would be needlessly combative and it's a nice sunny day so I will just note that maybe "Cab Drivers Aren't So Bad, After All" and share that I had several bad cab experiences over the weekend, which makes me hypocritical in bashing Metropolitan Diary writers who take a lot of cabs.)

Totals for this Metropolitan Diary:
Amusing Misspellings: 1
Jaded New Yorkers: 2
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 1
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 1
Precocious NY Kids: 1
Rubes in the Big City: 1

Totals YTD:
Amusing Misspellings: 13
Jaded New Yorkers: 25
New York Eccentrics: 22
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 14
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 12
Precocious NY Kids: 28
Precocious NY Pets: 6
Rubes in the Big City: 16
Single New York Woman's Perspective: 3
WTF: 2

Metropolitan Diary analysis: 2006-05-22

OK, it's only Thursday, so I'm catching back up. If they print one on Memorial Day, I'm not working, so maybe I'll actually get one of these out day of print, a rare treat for my reader(s).

Anyway, only one shocking coincidence this week. So maybe my life isn't turning into the Metropolitan Diary after all. Whew!

• "Attractive young girl" grabs old man to help him across the street. He asks if she is trying to pick him up, but she says she's trying to keep him from falling down. Ha ha, he's old! Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All!
  
• Clueless dowager asks neighbor where laundry room and also how to operate the machines, because her "housekeeper is ill". Category: New York Eccentrics
  
• Grandmother disparages crowd of tourists in the Metropolitan Museum of Art to young grandson as worse than the subway. Category: Jaded New Yorkers
• Litigator's use of fancy words confuses operator at cable company. What has our society come to, that someone who answers the phone at the cable company doesn't understand the word "germane"? Category: Amusing Misspellings Not sure why this one annoyed me... I guess it's that on the one hand, the writer attempts to be somewhat humble ("Often we forget to put aside our newly acquired legalese when we engage in everyday conversations") but really it seems to me that the point of this is to make fun of a cable company operator for confusing the term "germane" with the name "Jermaine". As in, "Oh, those uneducated phone operators; they just can't understand English like we Columbia Law graduates!"
  
• 3.5-year-old says "Abracadabra!" when asked for "the magic word". Cheeky little devil! Category: Precocious NY Kids
  
• Writer's kids learn the word "escargot" from their New York grandparents. Precocious NY Kids The kids are not from NYC, but they are beginning to pick up the pretentions of a New Yorker.
  
• This week's poem is perhaps the worst piece of doggerel I've yet seen in the Diary, and I wouldn't normally bring it up, but it references a movie being shot on West 92nd St a few weeks ago, and how bright the lights were. Reason to feel that my life is becoming just like a Metropolitan Diary entry: I remember that movie being shot, and the bright lights shone in my apartment, just like the author of the poem!
  
• Young boy screams for his Metrocard, is given a discarded one from the floor of the bus, shuts up, bus passengers are happy. Category: Precocious NY Kids
  

Totals for this Metropolitan Diary:
Amusing Misspellings: 1
Jaded New Yorkers: 1
New York Eccentrics: 1
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 1
Precocious NY Kids: 3

Totals YTD:
Amusing Misspellings: 12
Jaded New Yorkers: 23
New York Eccentrics: 22
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 13
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 11
Precocious NY Kids: 27
Precocious NY Pets: 6
Rubes in the Big City: 15
Single New York Woman's Perspective: 3
WTF: 2

Metropolitan Diary analysis: 2006-05-15

Sorry for the lateness and the skipping of 5/9's entry, I was in Spain. I know I'm a week late with this but I didn't want to let it slip since there is a crazy coincidence on the last entry... anyway, here's last week's Metropolitan Diary, and here's my commentary:

• Hostess of "Upper West Side brasserie" does not associate "fresh fish" with "cooked". Category: Amusing Misspellings Tough call, but if you assume that the category takes into account those entries where a "foreigner" misspells or misinterprets something incorrectly, this is not so much more of a leap.
• Person leaves flowers outside building (very near my building, I might add) for Titanic victim. Category: New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All! This is sort of turning into the Upper West Side Diary...
  
• Woman overhears a woman say to her companion that she "went through [the Metropolitan] museum with a fine-tooth comb" in only 2.5 hours. What a dilletante! Category: Jaded New Yorkers This category will have to stand in for "Pretentious New Yorkers"... it's not fair to say that a repeat visitor to the Met is a Rube in the Big City, and I don't know what else to call this one... actually I kind of didn't get the joke because I am a video-game-playing, science-fiction-reading plebian.
  
• Man runs through stalled traffic requesting a cold beer from other drivers. Category: New York Eccentrics More like New York Drunks, am I right?
  
• Lawyer is told that an appeal is "not lost, just pending". Category: Jaded New Yorkers Coincidence #1 (not the "crazy" coincidence, keep reading for that one): The writer works in the building next door to the one I work in.
• Woman attempts to teach the Latin roots of words to fourth-graders, and one precocious little devil mistakes a "cantor" for a "chanteuse"! How droll! Category: Precocious NY Kids
• I never write anything about the poems in the Metropolitan Diary, though I have noticed that they have two things in common: they always rhyme, and they always are slightly-but-not-all-that humorous. Often they are written by a wistful older person. Review this week's poem for an example.
• Tourist teen remarks that "there are more stoplights at this one corner than in our whole town". Category: Rubes in the Big City Coincidence #2: I bought my apartment from the writer and she still lives in our building. So does this mean I have become such a New Yorker that I have something about the city to relate to everything in the Metropolitan Diary? I live on the Upper West Side and work in Midtown. Wow, I'm a real New Yorker, for sure!

Totals for this Metropolitan Diary:
Amusing Misspellings: 1
Jaded New Yorkers: 2
New York Eccentrics: 1
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 1
Precocious NY Kids: 1
Rubes in the Big City: 1

Totals YTD:
Amusing Misspellings: 11
Jaded New Yorkers: 22
New York Eccentrics: 21
New Yorkers Aren't So Bad, After All: 12
Oh, Those Fast-Paced New Yorkers!: 11
Precocious NY Kids: 24
Precocious NY Pets: 6
Rubes in the Big City: 15
Single New York Woman's Perspective: 3
WTF: 2