voxpop essay: Philadelphia Metropolis
After three years on the web, Metropolis has ceased operations. The reason is simple: We ran out of money. This always was a shoestring operation and the string finally broke. We depended on support solely from local foundations and others interested in public affairs journalism. Our audience was small -- our latest count was 22,000 unique visitors a month -- but we attracted a solid corps of readers who cared about issues in Philadelphia and its neighborhoods. We tried our best to bring them our best analysis and in-depth journalism. With VoxPop, we also brought them a multitude of voices with personal essays about life, love and the human comedy. We thank all of our contributors and our loyal audience.
The site will remain open for several months so people can have access to our archives.
By Joe Trinkle»
It was about a month ago, while I was sitting in a small coffee shop that I frequent on South Street, when the girl behind the counter, Lauren, finally got the nerve to ask me about all the books and flashcards I carry with me.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I said, incorrectly expecting upon those words, as many men do, a romantic query.
"Why do you carry around all of those books? You don't seem like a student?"
I laughed in the way I do to show people I'm uncomfortable. And then I said, "No, not right now. But I am studying, I suppose."
"Oh, cool. Are you learning a language or something? It's just that, you know, you come in here a pretty regularly and a few of us, the baristas, have tried to figure out what you're studying. But you always have all these different books stacked up on the table. It's funny."
Best of VoxPop»
As South Philadelphia native, I am annoyed at how my neighbors have handled the influx of hipsters moving into our neighborhood. I wouldn't use the word "hate" or even "dislike." Overwhelmed is more accurate, so great has the influx been.
My neighborhood, which is just off East Passyunk Avenue, was once a place of close-knit relationships among neighbors, with families who have lived here for generations. Now, it feels like we have been invaded by aliens. Many of my neighborhood favorites - the thrift stores, bars, coffee shops and restaurants - have become a study in beards and plaid.
Metropolis marks its second anniversary in December and we've decided to celebrate by bringing you the best of VoxPop. Twice a week for the last two years, we have been offering essays, written by readers, about life and its foibles. They are engaging, witty, sad, insightful, sometimes laugh-out-loud pieces that usually center on life in the big city that is Philadelphia. VoxPop comes from the old Latin saying: Vox populi, vox dei. The voice of the people is the voice of God. We've selected more than a dozen essays that have proven to be the most popular with our readers -- our populi. We hope you enjoy them. -- Tom Ferrick, Senior Editor
By Roz Warren»
How do you feel about dogs being part of a wedding ceremony? If you're a dog person, you're probably thinking, "Great idea!" If you aren't, it's apparently like suggesting that aardvarks or squirrels be included in the wedding party. A likely response is, "Why on earth would anyone want to do that?" From personal experience, I can tell you why.
My son and his girlfriend are crazy about Jack, their Bichon Frise, so when they told me they were engaged, I joked, "I can't wait to see Jack in a tux!" Little did I know that the kids wouldn't dream getting of married without including not only Jack, but Jack's