Did anyone happen to make it through the epic story in the "City" section of yesterday's Times about Rubyfruit, the lesbian bar in the Village? It goes on forever, as though the writer originally filed it in May but just kept on adding to it as the editors held it all summer long, and it contains all kinds of weird awesome details, like that the owner and her associates shop for supplies at Western Beef and have called the Mexican dishwasher the wrong name for years. And then comes the money quote, from Annette Marino, a faithful employee who's worked there for years for almost no pay: "As long as I have money for cat food and cigarettes, I'm fine," she says. A heroine for our time. [NYT]