Fit to Be Tied
Wha? Gawker is the last place I’d expect the espousing of Health At Every Size principles. "Take our advice, America: don't take any more fitness advice from the New York Times. Fuck a desperate quest […]
What’s Your Damage?
Patty Hewes is so tough (so Botoxed) she’s the last person I would’ve expected to be an emotional vomiter. The recurring horse, bloody feet, dream sequence freak out? Symbolic, and totally confusing. I don’t get […]
Goldrust
I definitely have some hoarder tendencies, and I'm afraid that actually using your saved crap might even be worse than letting it pile up. Normally, I wear orangey-brown eye shadow colors but knew I […]
Morning People
Maybe once a month I get the bright idea to go to the gym before work instead of after. After is ok in the cooler months because what I do is change in the bathroom […]
F is For Fertility
Complaint Box, the reader-written column I frequently agree with while still disliking the authors, is also a frightening look into commenter psyches (though many of the NYT's commenters tend to be non-New Yorkers and I […]
We Are NY
We Are NY is the new Crossroads Café, as I discovered lazing around the apartment a few Sundays ago (ok, I was hungover). The show, created by the city of New York, is fairly sophisticated. […]
Did Someone Say Tacos?
Sorry, I had pegged Greta Gerwig as an indie underachiever (omega female, whatever) at fatness. She said she gained seven pounds in New York. I scoffed. But it's 12-15 according to Blackbook. Tacos get the […]
Sing Blue Silver
I’ve given up on Dear John, and instead saw Greenberg this weekend in Millburn, NJ, one of only four theaters in that state playing it. The setup suited my growing agoraphobic purposes just fine—the 10pm […]
Who Moved My Soy Cheese
I’m not exactly sure what Greenberg is about and as often happens I may have unintentionally misinterpreted the message. (I always thought that book Who Moved My Cheese was about dealing with little annoyances, you […]
Where’s Judd Hirsch When You Need Him?
Ack, now the nearest theater showing Dear John is 47.1 miles away in someplace called Hamilton, NJ. After that it's 63 miles and Bensalem, PA. If it's still playing next weekend I'm going to have […]