The Huffington Post -
19 Feb 2016 22:04

I have fond memories of my first sweaty summer in New York, my teenage self loitering around the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, waiting for a sophisticated Manhattan couple to kindly pass on their used Met buttons to me and my equally broke best friend. After our museum visit, we'd consciously forget to remove the buttons, wearing the iconic M's proudly as we ventured into Brooklyn and beyond, screaming "we are cultured!" silently through our unmistakable badges. And so, like much o...
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