Voice of the Underclass
Wow. We've been so fixated on the preppy loucheness of New York magazine, we forgot how tumescent the rest of the New York media world has gotten—even the muckraking fiftysomethings at yon tribune of the dead counterculture, The Village Voice. Yes, children, spring is in the air, and the Voice's sap is definitely rising, to judge by reporter Aina Hunter's dispatch from a recovery school for johns in Brooklyn:
"When I was in the lifestyle, I didn't care anything about all you," begins Rosetta Menifee, a blonde woman in her late forties wearing glasses and a suit. Talking to a class of 50 men at the Brooklyn John School, she looks like a social worker, but she sounds like Lil' Kim.
"I wanna ask you," she says to the men, most of whom appear to be in their late thirties, "how many of you would take advantage of a physically retarded person, you know, like deformed?
Let the record show that every magazine editor in the room raised his hand. MnG
