Recently, I met a man at a bar who asked me what I did. Not in the mood to split hairs over whether he meant “money” work or inner calling, I answered, apparently slurring heavily: “I work at a hedge fund.
“Really? Wow, that sounds so interesting!” he said, and winked. “I mean, that Read More
Recently, I met a man at a bar who asked me what I did. Not in the mood to split hairs over whether he meant “money” work or inner calling, I answered, apparently slurring heavily: “I work at a hedge fund.
“Really? Wow, that sounds so interesting!” he said, and winked. “I mean, that sounds Read More
For women and gay male Park Slopers, the day after Thanksgiving marks not the beginning of the Christmas shopping season, but the arrival from points north of the neighborhood’s handsome French-Canadian Christmas-tree salesmen
For the last six years, Nicolas and Louis have driven down from Montreal to set up their ephemeral tree sale outside the Read More
For women and gay male Park Slopers, the day after Thanksgiving marks not the beginning of the Christmas shopping season, but the arrival from points north of the neighborhood’s handsome French-Canadian Christmas-tree salesmen
For the last six years, Nicolas and Louis have driven down from Montreal to set up their ephemeral tree sale outside the Read More
Last summer, I saw a man with a leash dragging a strange, scuttling creature across the big lawn in Prospect Park. Its ears were big, its tail was bushy, its face feline, but its body was hound-like.
“Excuse me,” I said. “That’s cute, but what is it?”
“It’s an aboriginal fox,” the man Read More
Last summer, I saw a man with a leash dragging a strange, scuttling creature across the big lawn in Prospect Park. Its ears were big, its tail was bushy, its face feline, but its body was hound-like.
“Excuse me,” I said. “That’s cute, but what is it?”
“It’s an aboriginal fox,” the man Read More
Having excused myself from getting involved in all things humanly romantic for the last few years, I have woken up recently missing even its worst aspects. Without the benefit of a ready-made pool of possibilities, however (we aren’t in graduate school anymore, I tell myself, and those art-colony romances seem to fall to pieces once Read More
There are many perks to my day job at one of New York’s hundreds of hedge funds: my own Herman Miller cubicle, cute computer-systems guys to flirt with, flexible hours, free juice and seltzer in the office refrigerators. But the most excellent bonus of the job is the view from the 39th floor of our Read More
It happened one Saturday afternoon while walking down Seventh Avenue in Park Slope: I actually stopped at the animal-rescue table. I picked up a black-and-white kitten looking squashed and sad in its too-small cat carrier just to give it a few moments of attention before sending it back to the auction block. “Can I hold Read More
During the 2004 election coverage, I repeatedly cringed at the unflattering ensembles I saw woman politicians and the wives of politicians wearing on the campaign trail. Seeing such sexless politico-wear brought to mind the Chanel suit I have always left on its hanger in my various closets. Prophylactically separated from the rest of my clothing Read More
