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Jasmine Mithani is an editor at the Weekly. She admittedly lives in one of those new-fangled South Loop high-rises, but tries to atone for it.
The National Teachers Academy (NTA), a neighborhood school on the Near South Side, is “one of the premier facilities in the school system,” one University of Illinois at Chicago (UIC) expert said. Its teachers have received city and state awards. It outperforms most schools in the country for reading and most Chicago public schools for attendance, and it’s improving at above-average speed.
It’s a bright Saturday morning in the South Loop. The men in suits who rush off during the weekdays to Chicago’s bustling Loop have retired their formal wear and turned to the comfort of colorful Hawaiian shirts. Couples, both young and old, are out strolling through the neighborhood before the humidity settles on the city. The gentle rustle of trees mixed with chirping birds and the occasional passing car creates a serene, urban lullaby. For residents of the South Loop, the neighborhood can feel like the city’s best-kept secret.
In the lush, winding Women and Children’s Park in the Prairie Avenue Historic District, kids play hide-and-seek near a bubbling fountain while day camp counselors mediate tiffs between toddlers. A mother of two pushes a stroller, picking a few apples from one of the garden’s trees and stowing them in her backpack. Continue reading
Where my ladies at?” screamed Sasha Go Hard, leaping across the stage in a light blue sweatsuit. A chorus of high-pitched screams was her answer. She paused, mic in hand, and stared out at the crowd for a moment. “I said,” she repeated, “where my ladies at?” Continue reading
The producers of the Weekly show. From left to right: Dan Shapiro, Robert O’Connor, Angela Oliver, Angelina Marie, and Monte LaMonte.
The host of “The Weekly Show” takes the stage with a rather impressive false penis hanging out of the front of his pants. After several jokes far too vile for polite publishing, he uses his prosthetic phallus as a phone to call in the next act. Continue reading
The twentieth-century food writer M.F.K. Fisher had her first oyster at a boarding school Christmas party. In her book The Gastronomical Me, Fisher remembers swallowing the mollusk with adolescent daring before sweeping out to dance. “Oysters are simply marvelous!” she thinks giddily to herself. “More, more!” Continue reading
There is a spot on Roosevelt Road, near the northwestern edge of the South Loop, where you can see the buildings of the Loop in the distance and a tangle of train tracks in the foreground. Continue reading