On the roof of the Eagle on a crowded early Sunday evening, I'm squeezing past an acquaintance (of whom I'm genuinely fond). He speaks to the person behind him and points to me. "That's Manhattan Offender."
But it wasn't. Manhattan Offender is a website. A blog. It doesn't carrouse at bars, and it doesn't enjoy a cheeseburger fresh off the grill with chipolte mayo. Manhattan Offender doesn't decide after it starts to rain a little that it doesn't want to get wet and then head out to Mr. Black until 5:00 in the morning.
Manhattan Offender is something I do, but it isn't all of me. It's reminiscent of the Karen Walker objectification of her household staff. "Driver". "Chef". "Nanny". And if I'm going to be objectified then let it be some flattering adjective: sexy, horsehung, and beautiful will all do.
So my name is Rod. Use it.
