“My shoppin’ demons are hoppin’,” said Tammy Faye Messner once, referring to the recklessly acquisitive tendencies that have dogged her through good times and bad. How ’bout you? Are your shoppin’ demons prodding their little pitchforks into your susceptible rump? Are you destined to be burned at that infernal stake called credit-card debt?
Unlike Tammy, Read More
New Yorkers with superficial occupations are eagerly embracing New Age rituals and jargon, thereby creating a new and very contagious Seventh Avenue Spirituality.
The belief system of this pervasive cult is a mishmash of hippie-dippy gobbledygook. One thing is clear: The fervor of the average Seventh Avenue Spiritualist seems to be directly proportional to the Read More
Bloom Booms (Again)
After a long time searching, David Bloom seemed to have found a home in the subterranean darkness of a fancy burger joint called Houston’s, located in the CitiCorp building at 54th Street and Third Avenue. Mr. Bloom, a 36-year-old bespectacled wisp of a guy, 5-foot-2 with slicked-back hair and a penchant Read More
