As a very reluctant passenger on New York City’s dirty subways, I can testify that the filth extends from the physical to the mental realm. The ads that line the cars and stations are almost always suggestive, even when publicizing products as innocuous as candy or dental implants. I tired of the trains’ noise, crowds and pornography long ago; if I can’t reach a destination on foot or on my bicycle, I stay home rather than endure execrable “public transit.” Not surprisingly, the ads have only degenerated in the years since I adopted this policy. But one heroic woman did … Continue reading The X-Rated D-Train