Trader Joe's.

I love Trader Joe's, but why do I love it? Sometimes I find this question difficult to answer myself, simply because I could love it for so many different reasons. First, shopping there can be such a cultural experience. So many different kinds of people shop there. I mean, there are little old ladies pushing granny carts, and little old men walking with them, there are men in suits who look as if they just got off the floor, there are students - presumably NYU students - struggling to budget themselves.

But here's what's missing: Children. Seriously. Anytime I've gone to Trader Joe's there are NEVER kids. No one is screaming at their mommies or daddies asking for god knows what for god knows why and everything is so peaceful.

Just goes to show you that in New York, no one really loves their children. They just love their nannies.

New York Mothers.

Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you women? You push strollers in heels and pick up your children from their schools in fur coats and get angry when they spill their $5 yogurt shakes from Whole Foods all over them. Get over yourselves. You make your nannies, and the rare case after school babysitters, absolutely disgusted. Buy a pair of Adidas and some yoga pants and take a break from all the glamour and everything else that creates the stereotypical New York Mother.

Stop showing off your ridiculous wedding bands when its -10 degrees. Wear gloves. Practicality over fashionality, as I always say.

God save the children of New York.