I am afraid I have upset some of my most loyal readers with my oft-made jabs at Sex and the City: The Movie (I’m talking about the first movie here—I think we can all agree that Part 2 was…umm…horrendous). Listen, I’m amazed that anyone takes time out of their precious week to read my blog, and for… Read more »
I am afraid I have upset some of my most loyal readers with my oft-made jabs at Sex and the City: The Movie (I’m talking about the first movie here—I think we can all agree that Part 2 was…umm…horrendous). Listen, I’m amazed that anyone takes time out of their precious week to read my blog, and for… Read more »
A few months ago, my friend Carrie told me about the band Fun. and their album, Some Nights. I knew their hit song, “We Are Young” because my crazy spinning teacher Cliff makes us sing along while screaming in our faces to move faster (he’s the best and you should totally take his class). I finally listened to the… Read more »
Q: Iʼm not a serious runner, but now that the weather is nice I do enjoy going for an occasional jog in Central Park. Iʼm always amazed by what people choose as workout wear. Iʼve seen runners in jeans, cargo pants, sandals, you name it. The other extreme—sloppy shorts and a baggy, faded tee shirt—isnʼt… Read more »
When I first started putting out books a little more than twenty years ago, Barnes and Noble was known in the business as “the Elephant.” The chain was the Elephant in the room—the big, not-quite-gentle threat that you could neither ignore nor play without. The old joke was that if the Elephant invited you to… Read more »
When a person commits a sin and repeats it, it becomes permitted for him. Does it really become permitted to him? Rather for him it becomes permitted. —Babylonian Talmud Michael Bloomberg recently announced that he wanted to ban soft drinks that were larger than thirty-two ounces. Public reaction was extremely negative, and he was dubbed… Read more »
Before air conditioning, I spent entire Yorkville summers with the lights out in our 517 East 83rd Street apartment. Mom could page through a calendar in the winter and start sweating when June, July, August flipped by, but Dad loved the heat. He slept under a pipe in the Navy. Made for nice conversation. One afternoon… Read more »
I have a stockpile of “Almost Carrie” stories to tell, and I can’t post any of them. I’m stuck, stymied, silenced by the man. The “man” in this case being my husband, mother, boss, in-laws, sister, even my fellow Sex and the City guides. I’ve got a big piece of duct tape over both my… Read more »
Summer has officially begun! The season brings a renovated playground for children who are no longer stuck in hot classrooms, a healthy Asian kitchen so we don’t balloon out during swimsuit season, and a lovely French café with plenty of iced coffee. Yushi Asian Kitchen, 100 Maiden Lane, (212) 742-2150 Yushi Executive Chef Danny Lachs… Read more »
Sometimes, when work is slow, I rent my apartment to make some extra cash. Yes that’s right—I allow strangers to have sex in my bed, and I am totally okay with it. I actually feel really good about my apartment getting some ass. So if you’re running low on money and you’re okay with strangers doing it where you… Read more »
