Just when the Highline walkway and high-end boutiques like Moschino and Stella McCartney opened, the Meat-packing district dramatically changed. No longer the neighborhood of fetish clubs and prostitutes, the days of a bawdy, rowdy dive bar known as the Hogs & Heifers were numbered. You could get $3 cans of PBR with bikini-clad bartenders dancing atop the bar screaming "Born to Wild" into a bullhorn. I never dared to go in, especially alone but I regret it to this day. Women were encouraged to dance atop the bar and remove their bras. 16,000 bras adorned the ceiling, which I wasn't about to paint. Just another sad fact of the homogenizing of Manhattan.