Annual Trip to the Photo Booth
Proving the recent New York Times article true (yes, Manhattan post offices are a million times less soul-crushing than Brooklyn ones), while my December 22 wait at the Whitehall post office was over 30 minutes […]
Tragedies
For Now, I’ll Stick With Moon Boots
Though those spiked heel over-the-knee skank boots that even the willowy can’t pull off without looking trashy and are loved by the same women who think tights are pants might be the shoe of the […]
Customer Service is Attempting to Kill Me
The post-vacation calm was fleeting, I was actually in a good mood for the few days after I returned from Oaxaca before I got sick. Now, NYC knocked me back into my usual chronic low-grade […]
Thanks
This is the second Thanksgiving in a row that I’ve been in a non-Thanksgiving-celebrating country. I can’t even recall if it was Singapore or Hong Kong last year, it blurs, all I remember is that […]
Another Brick in the Wall
There are those red brick ‘60s-style attached homes with garages you see scattered throughout the boroughs. A handful of them are wedged between brownstones in my immediate neighborhood and I always wonder who lives in […]
Death by Video
They got some new music video channel at the gym that always plays on the left tv of the row of three facing the bikes/elliptical trainers/treadmills. I don’t listen since I have my own earphones […]
Tuxedo Harem Rompers for All
For reasons unknown to me, I just received a Free People catalog in the mail. The only item of clothing I’ve ever owned from Free People was an unflattering, stretchy knit, long scoopneck dress patterned […]
Fraudulent
I just wanted to let you know that top coat is bullshit. I've never used it in my 25+ years of nail polishing but bought a bottle at Target a few weeks ago along with […]
Going Viral
Last night I dreamt that my computer got a virus (after Googling: cat leaky nipple. Other animal weirdness included a scene where I stumbled upon a couch with three miniature hamster skin rugs on one […]
Miss Jackson if You’re Nasty
I was just at my favorite semi-secret Financial District vegan joint, Little Lads, and noticed a woman neither young nor old, probably late 30s with a nice head of long, non-hippied gray and black hair. […]