Walking up Columbus Avenue on my way to yoga class, I like to scope out flocks of girls with fake-straight locks, sussing out who paid upward of 300 bucks for that combo of powerful chemicals and careful flat-ironing known as “thermal reconditioning.” Somehow, this trend seems more insidious than sporting the handbag or ass-lifting jeans Read More
There comes a time in every New Yorker’s life when she realizes that she simply can’t keep up-and I’m not talking about with the Joneses, or the latest in beachwear or celebrity hotspots, or even the eternally exhausting rat race. Nope, it’s the dust bunnies that truly get me down. They’re an insidious breed, these Read More
There comes a time in every New Yorker’s life when she realizes that she simply can’t keep up-and I’m not talking about the Joneses, or the latest in beachwear or celebrity hotspots, or even the eternally exhausting rat race. Nope, it’s the dust bunnies that truly get me down. They’re an insidious breed, these furballs Read More
