Because now I can sit in bed and Google terms like “S&M” on my laptop and not worry that I’ll be under investigation by my company’s HR manager. Booted from corporate America for searching pornography with office-provided equipment, a large black “X” next to my name for all eternity.
It’s not that I regularly search terms like “S&M”, but I was a little curious about whether food-related S&M is an actual thing.
There is a back story here.
As many of you probably know by now, we live in Chelsea in Manhattan. Which is the epicenter of all things male. I’ll never forget the time I saw a young couple on the street with their two pre-school aged kids. The kids suddenly took off down the sidewalk, yelling back to their parents “Mom, Dad, can we go to The Nasty Pig?” And the parents yelled back “OK! We’ll meet you there!”
Apparently The Nasty Pig, which still exists on 19th St., had a cute little dog that would come visit the kids at the door. I’m not sure if the parents ever let them inside. Hopefully they didn’t.
I’ve actually never been inside The Nasty Pig. Kind of like my interest in visiting a Talbots – just not high on my priority list. But even if one day I summoned the courage to waltz inside, something about owner’s hulking demeanor and studded high tops suggests that women – particularly casually-dressed Type-A-looking women – would not be welcome.
Based on window dressing alone, I can make some assumptions about the merchandise inside. A pretty good set of outfits and objects related to horseback riding- chaps, crops, reins, bits, things of that nature. Not intended for horses, of course.5 comments