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Tilted Cat Head
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Location: Manhattan, NY
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Originally Posted by clavus
Bullshit!
This shoes-outside-the-house thing is not universal. In fact, most people I know do not have a shoes-outside policy. It is a small, but growing trend, and it pisses me off.
You come over to my AMerican house, I want you to be comfortable. Shoes on or shoes off. Whatever works for you. Maybe you have bad foot odor or your toes are cold. Keep the shoes on. Maybe your feet long to be free. Shoes off.
"oooo! but shoes are DIRTY!" you say. Well, I have a vacuum. Come on in. Make yourself at home.
Listen, people. I don't really advertise this, but my foot hurts unless I am walking on really cushy shoes. (Astute readers of this board will recall my footgina). So when I take my shoes off and walk around on your tile, vinyl, laminate, or thin-padded carpet, I am in pain. Polite, but in pain.
Plus, usually wear sandals and the bottoms of my feet are dirty anyway, So who are we fooling here?
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I ask people to please remove their shoes when they come into my house. A throwback for me from living in Singapore where it was customary for everyone to always remove shoes before coming into the house. In Iceland it's the same way and some parts of the NorthEast like to have a "mud room" for the boots.
Now when you come over... I will offer you some nice slippers, some of them are even brand spanking new.
Now this is just ONE of the reasons...
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Kips Bay is Quite Shitty, Indeed
Jeez, you mention public poopage once on the Interweb and suddenly the, erm, floodgates open. Well, if Curbed is just going to devolve into a collection of poop joke and hookers' tales, then let this be another chapter. Many of you are adamant that a little sloppy deucing isn't a true mark of neighborhood grittiness. In fact, it appears to be the norm. A reader writes:
I hold no beef for Hell's Kitchen, but the fact that you can catch a bum taking a dumpkin on the street does not make the nabe uniquely gritty. Until recently I lived in Kips Bay. When I first moved into the area, I cursed the dog-owners who were leaving their precious pets' turds, some enormous, all over the sidewalk. Then my work schedule changed and I had to start leaving the apartment at around 5am each day. I quickly discovered the horrible truth: those turds were too big to come from dogs. Quite often I spotted members of the local homeless population squatting pants-around-ankles and fertilizing the concrete. I keep trying to tell my later-rising friends that the crap they see on the streets is not dog crap, but perhaps the truth is just too disturbing, since they never believe me.
And now, a joke: What's mushy, brown, sticks to your shoe and smells awful? Manhattan, apparently.
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which make sme ask... you didn't happen to ghost write that did you?
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