Well, perhaps not televised, but certainly printed, blogged, Facebooked, Tweeted, and uploaded to YouTube.
And probably televised also.
What can I say about the Naked Crazy Lady that terrorized Chinese takeouts and motorists in Bay Ridge this past Monday that hasn’t already been said (as reported by Animal New York – definitely NSFW)?
- Remember, kids, it’s wrong to make fun of people who clearly have mental disabilities.
- Yet, I thought this was freakin’ hilarious and shared the story with a couple of people who hadn’t heard of it. I know – this makes me a bad person, and a hypocrite.
- I’m not sure if this woman has been certifiable all of her life, or if she’s descended into dementia earlier than most of the rest of us will. Still, there was a time when we could go off to the funny farm in the relative privacy of our families and neighbors. Thanks to today’s media technology, pretty much the entire world knows.
- That’s not a criticism, just an observation. And also a warning.
- This made me trust the homeless and/or crazy-looking people on the subway a little bit less yesterday. I generally don’t mind sitting across from someone who’s muttering to themselves. Yesterday, I sat across from such a person, wondering if they would be the next person to snap and go on a naked rampage. (It’s for this reason I never keep my back turned to anyone when a train is pulling into the station).
- I hope the restaurant is able to recover quickly from what sounds like some rather extensive destruction of property.
- I hope this woman gets the care she obviously needs. Not sure if that involves being let out on her own recognizance ever again, or if she’ll be in state care for the rest of her life. Either way, unfortunately, I kinda get the feeling that she’s already lost at life.
- As for the driver of the car that the woman went spread-eagle on… well, I’m not going to share the cheap joke at her expense I had in mind, but I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t thinking of one, either. Like I said… bad person, hypocrite, d-bag, and one of Dennis Leary’s favorite kind of people.
Note: a previous version of this story briefly appeared on this site yesterday. That was an error – I wasn’t finished writing it then.