February 27, 2014

"It's 1976 and CBS reports on NYC's hot new pickup spot: the department store Bloomingdale's."

Writes The Whelk at Metafilter. Oh, Whelk, we call it Bloomies.

This is hilarious and painfully nostalgic.

8 comments:

MadisonMan said...

Anyone who considers themselves somewhat sophisticated isn't.

mccullough said...

Hetereonormative. But funny

Ann Althouse said...

Yeah, did you notice that Morley Safer included the word "mince" in the string of verbs indicating how various individuals locomote into the story?

mccullough said...

The Village Voice reporter made a quick reference to cruising the men's department. Maybe the "and there's a glory hole in the men's bathroom on the third floor" was cut out.

Morley Safer has been on 60 minutes a long time. The Queen of England still looked the same, except her was dark.

Honestly, this segment was basically an infomercial for Bllomingdales. I hope Morley had a bag of cash from the CEO under that trench coat he wore.

PatHMV said...

That was awesome! My favorite was the interview with the woman getting a facial with some kind of vibrating device.

Ok, ok... not that kind of facial, and not that kind of vibrating device.

But seriously, I thought that was a very interesting interview, and I applaud her willingness to be filmed for 60 Minutes like that. I wonder if she has seen that in recent years, and what she thinks of it now?

betamax3000 said...

Man with a Heavy Heart Robot Says:

I Hang Out at Victoria's Secret and Wander About With a Wistful Far-Away Look. If Anyone Asks I Tell Them It Was My Wife's Favorite Store, All the Way Up Until She Tragically Died. Now I Sometimes Visit Because It Somehow Makes Me Feel Closer to Her, at Least in Spirit. I Remember in Her Last Days I Would Give Her Gentle Sponge Baths and She Would Tell Me Not to Give Up on Life, That in Her Heart She Wanted Me to Find Love Again, She Was That Kind of Woman, Thinking of Others, Bless Her. You are Kind to Let Me Prattle On, Maybe it's Because I Recognize Her Kindness in You That These Thoughts Come Out. The Idea of Moving on is Wrenching, But There is All This Love Built Up in my Heart, it Practically Beats Out of My Chest; Perhaps It's Best That We Don't Talk About It. (Shake Head Softly, Nod) My Wife Loved This Place. Are You Here to Look for Thongs?

annk said...

“It all began modestly enough. An unmarried New York City perfume salesman named Alan Stillman decided that the coolest way to meet the stewardesses in his neighborhood would be to buy a broken down beer joint, jazz it up with Tiffany lamps and mod young waiters and christen it – with an eye toward attracting the career crowd – the TGIF (Thank God It’s Friday) crowd. Within one week the police had to ring Friday’s (as it quickly became known) with barricades to handle the nightly hordes of young singles. Hundreds of blatantly imitative emporiums soon opened their doors in scores of major cities – and an industry was born.”
Newsweek, July 16, 1973

FleetUSA said...

Yes, Bloomies was fun in the day. I haven't been back in 15 years.

p.s. betamax3000 must be sick, he only posted once.