"I laaaaahv a diiiiivey baaaaaahr" said a girl with a voice that could crack the ice in her vodka tonic. It was her third drink. She was sitting with a friend at Duke's (the "divey bar") on 19th Street off Park Avenue South, wearing a periwinkle scarf around her neck and zebra-print shoes on her feet. She was in her late 20's, had thick, dark eyebrows and straight, shiny brown hair worn in a long ponytail. She looked like a million other girls in New Yo More →