Queen For a Day
Just as I refuse to believe that 22-year-old students all wear $800 shoes and own boutiques (a nugget gleaned today from the July Marie Claire, not online) I cannot fathom that all grown women are […]
Not Me
Die Yuppie Scum?
It’s disconcerting how the word yuppie is still being used a decade into this millennium. I thought it had died in the early ‘90s. Using the term makes you sound like an aging, out-of-touch punk […]
Sisterhood of the Traveling Sperm
There is nothing inherently wrong with late 30s ladies looking to sperm banks. If you’re determined to have a baby, the unsentimental route seems preferable to a desperation marriage. Yet, this Times story about three […]
Spinsters in the City
Based purely on passive observation of people I follow/read/am vaguely connected to online but have never met in person, women currently in their 20s living in NYC are much more likely to be married than […]
F is For Fertility
Complaint Box, the reader-written column I frequently agree with while still disliking the authors, is also a frightening look into commenter psyches (though many of the NYT's commenters tend to be non-New Yorkers and I […]
Who Moved My Soy Cheese
I’m not exactly sure what Greenberg is about and as often happens I may have unintentionally misinterpreted the message. (I always thought that book Who Moved My Cheese was about dealing with little annoyances, you […]
The Not-So-Mysterious Ways Your Body Betrays Itself
When I went to the library during lunch to pick up my travel reading material, Kevin Sampsell’s, Common Pornography (I’ve taken to reading downer memoirs on sunny vacations), I glanced at the other books on […]
Seaver Family Reunion
I had no idea Boner was Chekov's son. But yes, more importantly the guy was suicidal and is now missing, which is sad. I have a special fondness for Growing Pains. In college, the other […]
In Which I Learn Impulse Control
“I wonder how the cats would react if I tossed them in the snow?” I honestly thought this when I saw pristine snowbanks out my window. I didn’t not do it because I thought it […]
Platonic Stalking
I think I’m starting to get obsessed with the gray haired girl in my neighborhood. I spied her on the subway platform last week and realized she’s really not that gray, no more than 20%, […]