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I like working near Madison Square Park, mainly for odd-hour access to Shake Shack, but also for the art installations. Joy, joy, joy. Treehouses!


Quickie II: PSAs

I thought the golden age of PSAs had ended with the Mattel’s reign of toy terroron our hearts and minds in the mid-80s. But then this pops up in the middle of the Digrassi marathon:

It’s cheesy, it’s preachy. As a PSA should be. It’s shown on the N. But I love her. So. Much. I want to that’s-so-gay-marry her. Take that, Mormons.