May 27, 2012
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You’re not supposed to touch that.
So I’m on the uptown R train and take a seat next to a gross, slightly soiled Starbucks napkin, then this woman sits next to me. I was just about to sweep the napkin off the seat with my tote for her, when she picks it up with her skinny white fingers and says “I needed this.” Then she cackles maniacally and shoves it in her purse.
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David Everitt Howe is a Brooklyn-based writer and curator who hails from the Deep South, but can barely manage a mountain drawl. He writes primarily on contemporary art, culture, and technology for ArtReview, Modern Painters, frieze, and Afterall, among other publications, and spent his last year in grad school at Columbia poring over critical texts on relational art, fashion, and shopping, which, when he has the means, does in abundance. This makes him a somewhat paradoxical Marxist.
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