Love and Transit
Love in the Time of Algorithms
Are you one of those types that can’t help chatting to strangers on the subway? Really? Please never sit next to us. The last woman who tried to talk to use on the A train just mocked us for having the sniffles by asking “Do you need a tissue?” She didn’t actually have a tissue, but said “That’s NICE. That’s real nice.” Ugh, the worst, that one.
Still, we can definitely think of someone who’d be more appreciative of your efforts to harangue people you don’t know into taking down your information, and that’s the owner of TrainSpottings.com. She is currently looking for a new employee to spread misinformation as to what that name actually refers.
Love in the Time of Algorithms
If there is one universal indicator for determining a good partner, it is not compatibility or intellect or even bangability, it is this: emoji literacy. Unfortunately, endearingly hapless San Francisco startup founder Michael Galpert had to discover this the hard way when he inadvertently ruined a relationship by misusing the thumbs up emoji.
Celebrity power couples
When people aren’t paying attention to you, the best course of action is to enact strict rules that force them to look at you. At least, that seems to be the thought process of couples who are banning technology from their weddings, which is a trend now, CBS Miami reports.
Brides and grooms are banning phones not only during their wedding ceremonies, but also during the reception, when people are supposed to be having so much fun they don’t need to text. If your wedding reception doesn’t get Vined, Instagrammed and tweeted these days, though, did it even happen?
Though Uncle Rush has been playing coy with the rumors that he’s dating the 26-year-old Angolan former Miss Universe, last night the couple showed up at the Waldorf-Astoria, all but confirming their romantic status’s upgrade from “It’s Complicated.”
What happened to Playwrights Horizons? Once a bastion of the best and brightest new plays in the New York theater, this noble company has turned into a wobbly showcase for the kind of experimental writing that lives and dies in workshop productions on college campuses in Vermont. Having barely survived a pointless farrago of office politics called Assistance, I have now squirmed my way through The Big Meal, a boring case history of family life as symbolically reflected through three generations of revolting looking menu items that six adults and two children must consume until their plates are empty. The play has been quickly erased from my memory, but the heartburn lingers on.
Gross guys on Craigslist are nothing new…it’s basically why Craigslist was invented by Jimmy Wales. (Well that, and to halt SOPA. And to clarify, yes we know that Mr. Wales founded Wikipedia, not Craigslist, but our sense of humor might not be translating as well after a 24-hour Golden Globes binge.) But today’s listings have led us to a guy who could Mike the Investment Banker look sane. Or maybe it is Mike the Investment Banker??
Several weeks ago, we reported on the oft-heard rumor that if you are lucky enough to catch the Yankee shortstop Derek Jeter‘s penis and put it inside you, you would go home the next morning with a gifting suite worth of goodies. (Including but not limited to a signed baseball! How very Freudian.) The best part of all? There wasn’t a cap on how many times you could pull the one-night-stand move on Mr. Jeter, since he apparently has the memory of a goldfish when it comes to the women he’s bedded.
Sorry ladies, but your free ride is officially over.
In demanding that Israel retreat to its pre-1967 borders as a starting point for negotiations with the Palestinians, President Obama confirmed what many have suspected for some time: he is not a friend of Israel.
No friend, no true ally, would ask another state to put its very existence in jeopardy. But that is precisely Read More
Over the last year, a narrative emerged in the work of Wall Street Journal relationship columnist Elizabeth Bernstein.
It started with “The Tricky Art of Sleeping Together,” “Helping a Loved One Fight Depression,” “Sick of This Text: ‘Sorry I’m Late’,” “Sorry? Really? Behind the Apology Gap,” “Coping With Adult Temper Tantrums” and “She Talks, But Does Read More
At the three shows she attended during last September’s New York Fashion Week, a then-21-year-old New Yorker named Leandra Medine was, for the most part, an innocent bystander. A year and 10,000 Twitter followers later, Medine–now better known as the Man Repeller, after her blog by the same name–will be shoulder pads-deep in Read More