Yes, the Greenmarket allows frustrated poets, failed performance artists and frizzy-haired single women with too many cats to think that they’re communing with nature just because they bought some goddamned European yellow-fleshed potatoes, rooted parsley or handmade pretzels while standing in a steady drizzle. In fact, they were just getting the organic shaft.

Yes, the Greenmarket allows frustrated poets, failed performance artists and frizzy-haired single women with too many cats to think that they’re communing with nature just because they bought some goddamned European yellow-fleshed potatoes, rooted parsley or handmade pretzels while standing in a steady drizzle. In fact, they were just getting the organic shaft.

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Joe Queenan, Spy, February 1994

Things that turned me into who I am today, in order:

Spy Magazine
Suck.com
Reason.com

And I think the same people have written for all three.