Dear Santa,
Oh, Santa, just admit it: After centuries of forcing your belly to jiggle and shake while children and grandparents tinkle down your leg, poke candy canes in your beard and yank the pom-pom off your hat, you must be ready to take someone out. Well, I have a proposal. This year, let’s forget Read More
Dear Santa,
Oh, Santa, just admit it: After centuries of forcing your belly to jiggle and shake while children and grandparents tinkle down your leg, poke candy canes in your beard and yank the pom-pom off your hat, you must be ready to take someone out. Well, I have a proposal. This year, let’s forget Read More
Is there anything more to say about Ugg boots, the heinous shearling footwear-the winter equivalent of Birkenstocks-that women are wearing all over Manhattan, even in the formerly delicate-ankled quarter of Nolita?
How about: Stop wearing them? How about: Be glad that the boots are back-ordered from the manufacturer until the spring; be glad that Read More
