One hardly knows what to say about Emily Anne Epstein’s very brief article and photo series in last week’s Metro, the free paper handed out at the dark mouth of another day’s underground commute. But maybe that’s the point. Epstein makes Scientology — and the New York “flagship” center on 46th Street — sound a lot like porn (and not just of the real estate variety): you’ll find it around Times Square; it’s gaining adherents all the time; it’s got big and easy money; and it invokes just enough of that under-belly controversy to keep your interest. What’s more, there’s a sauna for when you’re “looking for something else.”
If the Scientologists invited Epstein for a visit to get some alluring PR, check and check.
(h/t Abby Ohlheiser)