Dave and I reminisced for a moment about a previous tenant — Body Worship, which featured a stainless-steel penis as a door handle.
In the summer of 1994, some parishioners at St. Stanislaus across the street took offense at the store's window display, featuring, as the Times described it — "two mannequins striking sexually revealing master/slave poses prepared to engage in explicit sadomasochistic activities." The owner said it was a safe-sex message.
The lead to the Times article, dated July 10, 1994:
In the heart of the raucous and rowdy East Village, St. Stanislaus Bishop and Martyr Church has hung onto its aging Polish congregation even as teen-agers with nipple rings, lime green hair, tattoos and combat boots have swarmed over the neighborhood.
How would you describe this "swarm" today?