Some New Yorkers wish bedbugs would suck off fat, not blood

During today's exhaustive 10-hour walk along NYC streets, I made a number of profound (naturally) observations:

- It's not a myth - Americans are effin' fat. And the more obese you are, the less you seem to care about that. The more fat you carry on your poor legs, the more likely you are to be seen at McDonald's counter ordering a quadruple Big Mac and an XXXXL cup of Coke. Some "ladies" out there appear to have boobs not only at the front part of their bodies, but at the back, as well.

- "If I can make it here, I'll make it anywhere," sang Frank Sinatra. He might have been right about that, no denying. However, if you wanted to adjust it to the 21st century reality, you would need to say: if you don't get ill here, you'll be immune to cold anywhere. On a summer day, you get attacked interchangeably by two different forces: 1) menopause-like heatwaves from all sorts of vehicles, sewage drains and a couple of other sources which my understanding of technology doesn't let me name; 2) Arctic cold from air-conditioners in shops, even shitty ones which, theoretically speaking, shouldn't even be able to afford this technological luxury.

- except for Upper East Side (Gossip Girl, hell yeah), Central Part and 5th Avenue, the streets look like a fucking dump. Why not just drop litter in the street if it's kinda hard to locate a bin?

- NYC might seem glamorous (bullshit) to someone whose impression thereof is based on TV series depicting hip and fashionable lifestyle of upper-classmen, but it doesn't mean that the city is free of mundane problems. Right now what bothers New Yorkers most is bedbugs. You might have heard that NYC is replete with these tiny creatures which appreciate the warmth and coziness of private homes, hotels, guesthouses, etc. In the past, they used be associated with dirt and poverty. Apparently, though, bedbugs are pretty much like humans insofar as they appreciate and aim at luxury. They have recently infested Upper East Side. The owners of the most prestigious and desirable NY apartments have turned into bedbug queens and kings. If you arrive here as a tourist, it's worth skimming through bedbug registry, where you can find out if there has been any complaints about a given hotel being invaded. And you are more than likely to find such complaints. What to do then? Don't stay in any hotel. Opt for Central Park, instead.

- For us, intolerant, Catholic (yeah, sure) and homophobic bastards from Eastern Europe, this city seems freakin' tolerant and liberal. We were walking down the 8th Avenue (nearly inner downtown, not some sucky outskirts) and realizing gradually that it was some kind of a gay/lesbian paradise. Rainbow flags everywhere, shop-windows with pants saying "legalize gay," etc. The best part by far was the fact that there was a stand with free-of-charge papers on every corner. The most conspicuous of them was defo "Gay City." We took 3 copies;D If you want to receive 1 as a gift, lemme know. Make it snappy, though. I expect a lot of applicants. Don't know the content of the paper yet but I expect it covers a wide array of subjects. I'll try to update you on that next time.
- Slavery still exists. It has only been adjusted to new political systems.

Quote of the Day (for Polish speakers only):
- Jadziem?
- Ja to bym bardziej siadziem.
- Nie dziadziem, stary.