It was a balmy fall afternoon on the Upper East Side, and there was a loose cannon in Citarella. Unfortunately, it was me—again. I was engaged in a Socratic dialogue with the counterman over why I shouldn’t have to pay for an unwanted frittata under a piece of grilled salmon.
“I don’t make the rules,” Read More
It’s time for King Thong to climb down off the Empire State and hightail it back to Hollywood. The butt-slicing thong has had a stranglehold on the nether regions of New Yorkerettes for far too long. Anatomically lacerating underwear makes perfect sense in L.A., where young ladies-who are persona non grata unless they Read More
I saw Kirstie the other day, loping down the street over by Union Square. It was as if I were a Golden Age Greek who’d spotted Socrates making his way through the Athenian marketplace: a real personal showstopper.
Who is Kirstie? you ask. A noted public intellectual? A firebrand pundit? A feminist academic with Read More