Embarrassing...
As much as I love NYC and the LES, this is the Gayest Thing That Was Ever Gay.
We rolled by this eyesore last week, and it looked like American Apparel was doing some sort of event thingy. Across from the idiot bench, I noticed there was a mini-ice cream truck/mini-boutique that you could go in and buy scrunchies or jelly bracelets or something.
How can you avoid this embarrassing eyesore? Simply walk in the street between 1st ave and Allen, and don't buy shitty American Apparel shrinky-dinks.
Although, who is actually to blame here? Who should take responsibility for this rigamorole? Perhaps the "Hypesters" themselves? I wish the Gothamist writers were actually the Chicagoist writers. The Chicagoist writers aren't afraid to have a voice with an edge. The Gothamist writers, however, are boringly neutral and sing song with their offerings. But hey, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
