Living in New York is a Badge of Honor.

The rites of passage you've earned now come with actual badges... and a good cause. Collect all 25 to prove you're a true New Yorker (Or that you've at least lived here ten years).

Cried Openly in Public
$5.00
Puked Out of a Moving Cab
$5.00
Pigeon Pooped on You
$5.00
Learned Guitar from Dan Smith
$5.00
Never Learned to Drive
$5.00
Witnessed Subway Flasher
$5.00
Laundry
$5.00
Befriended the Bodega Cat
$5.00
Fantasized About Moving to the Country
$5.00
Did NOT get on Empty Subway Car
$5.00
Bed Bug Scare
$5.00
Survived a Noisy Radiator
$5.00
Never Been to the Statue of Liberty
$5.00
Unbothered by Rats
$5.00
A/C Unit Drip
$5.00
Cohabitated to Save on Rent
$5.00
Fell Asleep on the Subway
$5.00
Watched Your Favorite Bars Close
$5.00
Waited in Car for Alternate-Side Parking
$5.00
Avoided SantaCon
$5.00
Used Oven for Storage
$5.00
4AM Bodega Chopped Cheese
$5.00
Saw Law & Order Filming
$5.00
5th-Floor Walkup (or Higher)
$5.00
Stood at the Tompkins Square Dog Run for Hours Contemplating Whether to Get a Dog
$5.00

I love New York City

I love the sweet smell of garbage

I love the constant honking

I love the train delays

I love not being afraid of rats

I love the relationship I have with my Bodega guy

I love the dog pee on concrete everywhere

I love the chaos

I love the friendly pigeons

I love the asshole pigeons

I love my shoebox apartment

I love the impressive mounds of trash

I love the tourists stopping on the sidewalk

I love the perpetual scaffolding

I love glaring at transplants

I love the dollar slice that’s not really a dollar

I love Pop Smoke (RIP)

I love the random steam coming from drains

I love yelling “watch where you’re going!”

I love when no one watches where they’re going.

I love the parks

I love when Mamadou delivers my order

I love barely affording to live here

I love the city that never sleeps

I love the fact that I can, in fact, never sleep.

I love the halal carts

I love the halal carts

I love when the subway actually shows up

I love when it randomly doesn’t

I love the random celebrity sightings

I love the people watching

I love the war between cars and cyclists

I love how no one holds the door

I love the few who always do

I love that everything is open late

I love my roommates I met online

I love corner stores

I love corner arguments to snoop on

I love corner everything

I love the hot part of the 4-5-6 platform that feels like you’re in hell

I love the block parties

I love that everyone looks mean

I love that I know the Cellino & Barnes number by heart

I love skyline

I love sitting on stoops

I love the fire escapes

I love the street performers

I love the overpriced coffee

I love that I’ve never seen a gas station

I love the bodega cat that plays hard to get

I love the rumors about what's at the bottom of the Hudson River

I love the lack of eye contact

I love the subway fruit carts

I love that nothing is easy

I love that anything is possible

I love complaining about NYC

I love that I’ll never leave NYC

I love the smell of hot trash in the Summer

I love jaywalking

I love my window with a brick wall view

I love the workout I get carrying my laundry bags

I love that no one cares

I love that deep down we all do

I love New York City I love the sweet smell of garbage I love the constant honking I love the train delays I love not being afraid of rats I love the relationship I have with my Bodega guy I love the dog pee on concrete everywhere I love the chaos I love the friendly pigeons I love the asshole pigeons I love my shoebox apartment I love the impressive mounds of trash I love the tourists stopping on the sidewalk I love the perpetual scaffolding I love glaring at transplants I love the dollar slice that’s not really a dollar I love Pop Smoke (RIP) I love the random steam coming from drains I love yelling “watch where you’re going!” I love when no one watches where they’re going. I love the parks I love when Mamadou delivers my order I love barely affording to live here I love the city that never sleeps I love the fact that I can, in fact, never sleep. I love the halal carts I love the halal carts I love when the subway actually shows up I love when it randomly doesn’t I love the random celebrity sightings I love the people watching I love the war between cars and cyclists I love how no one holds the door I love the few who always do I love that everything is open late I love my roommates I met online I love corner stores I love corner arguments to snoop on I love corner everything I love the hot part of the 4-5-6 platform that feels like you’re in hell I love the block parties I love that everyone looks mean I love that I know the Cellino & Barnes number by heart I love skyline I love sitting on stoops I love the fire escapes I love the street performers I love the overpriced coffee I love that I’ve never seen a gas station I love the bodega cat that plays hard to get I love the rumors about what's at the bottom of the Hudson River I love the lack of eye contact I love the subway fruit carts I love that nothing is easy I love that anything is possible I love complaining about NYC I love that I’ll never leave NYC I love the smell of hot trash in the Summer I love jaywalking I love my window with a brick wall view I love the workout I get carrying my laundry bags I love that no one cares I love that deep down we all do

Not just repping NYC but supporting it too

Being a New Yorker isn’t just about what you’ve seen or what you’ve done (even if you do have a cool merit badge for it). It’s about community. That’s why this election season, we’re donating  proceeds from this project to support get out the vote efforts in the city we love.