I was almost sure that the Ninja Turtles (or, if not them, then Casey Jones...please) had ended the reign of subway criminals who snatched purses and then made a clean getaway by escaping "into dark and dangerous subway tunnels"...but apparently not. According to Metro on 5/22, a 25-yr-old East Villager when on a brazen 11-day snatching spree. I have 2 questions: 1. where do people get the idea that they can still run away down a subway tunnel? and 2. how do people (read: women) still get their purses snatched? I mean, perhaps I'm just a careful commuter and either clutch my bag tightly or surround myself with friendly yet burly men who'll protect me (read: not my roomate. sorry, Ben.), or carry a bag that cannot be snatched. I mean, hello, between the Ninja Turtles, and messenger bags, I assumed that the 1990s had this covered. What the hell happened? I wonder if the guy had a secret subway lair or domain...or a sensei...like Splinter. I was going to make a reference here to the TV show Roswell from like...2000...but never mind.
I totally wanted to be April O'Neil, man. And I was in love with Leonardo, but totally having an affair (at 6 or 7 years old) with Rafael. Because he was the bad boy. And I was not a good little girl. Apparently. Speaking of that... ... ... on second thought...no. Never mind. You don't need that part of my history right now. Let's just say...I wasn't a very good teenager, either. But then, who is?
When I was 6, I was living in Peekskill, NY and in 1st grade at Van Cortlandtville Elementary, I picked the backpack that I wanted. I tried to find a picture online, but it would be from 1991 and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who owned one. It was purple and green. And it had the Ninja Turtles on it. And it was a big ugly rectangular backpack with like...a separate section for a lunchbox and stuff....obviously too large for a 6 year old, but I had it all the same and I loved it. And I got made fun of, for it, every single damn day. I was a girl, and was a. not allowed to like Ninja Turtles, and b. supposed to like pink things. Needless to say, I didn't like the color pink until I turned 20.
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