City Paper is not for tourists
OK, I admit it. The Posties and their incessant coverage of Tai Shan fascinated me. While a freelancer, I went to the zoo just about every day to check on the hysteria. I took my camera. The gift store has been consistently rich feeding grounds. I mean, do people really buy this wacky shit? A “When You’re a Jet” satin panda jacket??
Both the fever and sales of panda crap died down, of course, as Butterstick the Cute became Dirty Butt the Toddler, still entertaining at times. (Recently I caught him nearly falling out of a tree. This was hilarity itself.)
But now, ta-da, the Post is back, everybody, to drum up panda pride. Only the gift store could be more excited…