REAL PEOPLE

I always have to laugh whenever I see this construction façade across the street from the office I’m working at in Chelsea. No bones about who they want buying these condos—no old people please. At least no old-looking old people. These frighteningly homogenous cookie-cutter caricatures of lesbian couples, gay couples, single men and their cactus, single people with animals, single moms with child, are like patronizing paper dolls of youth with interchangeable clothes and hairstyles (dig the hipster grey tops for a hint of inclusion), the gay cowboy with the chihuahua the probably the most ridiculous stereotype of all. Please pass the Soylent Green.