So I've worked near Penn Station for over 7 years and on Eighth Avenue for 4, and every day am meandering glamorously somewhere betwixt Penn Station and Port Authority on that drag of Eighth Avenue lined by fast food and XXX shops, but you tend sometimes not to notice your surrounds so much in this city and then two days ago I was innocently walking along with my friend Rob when my eyeballs fell upon the following horrifying display:



LOOK AT THAT BLOW UP DOLL. There she stands, a block up from my office, under the letters LINGERIES, in her pinstriped 80s style tie-sporting dress, somehow managing to elude my gaze for all this time but surely not my nightmares. Sometimes everything comes into focus and you understand finally, and fully, from whence all the bad thoughts come.