Fishtown: bueno o malo?
Bueno: Cheap hoagies
Malo: Children drinking colored liquid with corn syrup and leaving the trash in the street
Bueno: The occassional neighbor who says hello, comments positively on James's shirt, the kids selling their crafts on the street
Malo: The general air of anger and defeat
Bueno: The invitation to the block party
Malo: The actual block party
Bueno: When matt lived close
Malo: When matt moved away and we weren't neighbors anymore
Malo: Walking into a corner store and feeling either like a creep and a stranger and a bad guy, or like the owners of the store don't acknowledge you whatsoever
Bueno: Finding the courage to make friendly conversation with their kid and sharing a good laugh
Malo: Kids in the neighborhood that call my legs Fucking Disgusting when I'm in earshot, kids that call us yuppies, parents that seem to encourage their kids not to talk to us even though we live on the same block, never having anything to say to the neighbors, teenagers making fun of us
Bueno: when the lights went out and we got to sit in front of our houses and share a little in a community event, or when that kid across the street brought me a guinness or soemthing during the block party and tried to break the ice that wouldn't be broken because i'm an awkward fool and not one that was brought up around here
Malo: Sexual Predators
Bueno: The relief that comes when you've outrun them
MAlo: Avoiding one large man who approaches you quickly on the street and says "you're so sexy", and you run across the street without looking yelling behind you "No I'm not interested in talking to anybody..." by ducking into the nearest bar, to be confronted by a shorter and less threatening suitor who asks where you live.
BUENO: coordinating your steps with the two other women as you descend from the elevated to create a triangle of protection from the big guy who has that gleam in his eye,
BUENISSIMO: Leaving the bar you ducked into on Front St to avoid the rapist and walking swiftly down the street, seeing a woman walking with a limp (but looking cute) and feeling concern for her and then smiling in her direction unable to say anything else on account of unspoken social rules of comportment, and hearing her say, "You okay honey?" and responding "Yeah," and then gratefully, "How are you?" and she was fine and we shared a smile.
Malo: Children drinking colored liquid with corn syrup and leaving the trash in the street
Bueno: The occassional neighbor who says hello, comments positively on James's shirt, the kids selling their crafts on the street
Malo: The general air of anger and defeat
Bueno: The invitation to the block party
Malo: The actual block party
Bueno: When matt lived close
Malo: When matt moved away and we weren't neighbors anymore
Malo: Walking into a corner store and feeling either like a creep and a stranger and a bad guy, or like the owners of the store don't acknowledge you whatsoever
Bueno: Finding the courage to make friendly conversation with their kid and sharing a good laugh
Malo: Kids in the neighborhood that call my legs Fucking Disgusting when I'm in earshot, kids that call us yuppies, parents that seem to encourage their kids not to talk to us even though we live on the same block, never having anything to say to the neighbors, teenagers making fun of us
Bueno: when the lights went out and we got to sit in front of our houses and share a little in a community event, or when that kid across the street brought me a guinness or soemthing during the block party and tried to break the ice that wouldn't be broken because i'm an awkward fool and not one that was brought up around here
Malo: Sexual Predators
Bueno: The relief that comes when you've outrun them
MAlo: Avoiding one large man who approaches you quickly on the street and says "you're so sexy", and you run across the street without looking yelling behind you "No I'm not interested in talking to anybody..." by ducking into the nearest bar, to be confronted by a shorter and less threatening suitor who asks where you live.
BUENO: coordinating your steps with the two other women as you descend from the elevated to create a triangle of protection from the big guy who has that gleam in his eye,
BUENISSIMO: Leaving the bar you ducked into on Front St to avoid the rapist and walking swiftly down the street, seeing a woman walking with a limp (but looking cute) and feeling concern for her and then smiling in her direction unable to say anything else on account of unspoken social rules of comportment, and hearing her say, "You okay honey?" and responding "Yeah," and then gratefully, "How are you?" and she was fine and we shared a smile.