I’ve been the recipient of some tremendous fortune in my life. Mostly in fortune cookies. I still have the fortune that said, “You love Chinese food” (which was admittedly more of a safe bet than a fortune, per se).
There are two types of people, those who go out on New Year’s Eve and those who stay in until the New Year is at least 10 to 12 hours old. New Year’s Eve is commonly referred to as “amateur night,” which is seemingly inaccurate since many of the people who tend to “party like it’s 1999” on the last
It’s the tale as old as time: Long-suffering, über-patient girlfriend waits around forever, threatens to leave at prescribed intervals, boyfriend keeps her hanging on with intermittent promises that a ring is imminent.
That time of year has arrived when you’re inevitably trying to recall the origins of the relationship between eggnog and the birth of Jesus, and also beating your head against the wall while moaning, “Why does my Christmas list seem to get longer every year, and who are these people that keep creepi
You know you’ve made it when someone has it out for you and actually does something about it. In case Britney Spears wasn’t sure she’s a big deal, her superstar status was immortalized last week when fake audio of her talking about smoking pot and getting beat up by her boyfriend went viral.
Unlike those who gathered en masse with cosmos for viewing parties, I used to cry myself to sleep each Sunday night after watching “Sex and the City.” I distinctly remember sitting in my Upper West Side apartment and happening upon the HBO program for the first time while I was eating Chinese takeou
It’s not as if I plan on taking credit for the number of shiny gold trophies that the film “127 Hours” seems poised to win come awards season, but I feel I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my admittedly minor, although not necessarily insignificant, connection to the 162nd hour (give or take) of the
“A healthy baby” is the near-automatic response of every pregnant woman when asked what she’s hoping to have. It’s why women take prenatal vitamins, abstain from sushi and alcohol and just about everything else that brings them pleasure, and submit to a battery of tests, sometimes for 36 straight we
I like to think that I stay ahead of the trends. (Of course sometimes I also like to think if I eat an entire chocolate cake that, against all odds, it’s still possible I could wake up the next day with a body like Gisele Bündchen.
With Halloween just days away, there’s no better time to mourn the current state of candy. The newer stuff is far inferior to the sweetness of yore, with kids way more into Red Bull than Red Hots.
A connoisseur of romantic comedies, I learned ages ago that despite how hilarious and charming Katherine Heigl and Cynthia Nixon are when they have it unknowingly smeared on their cheeks, there’s actually nothing adorable about real life, non-chick flick poop.
When Oprah announced that the 25th season of her wildly celebrated talk show would be its last, millions of rabid viewers prayed it was just a ploy to sell more tickets (never mind that tickets to her show are free) and that in actuality it, like Celine Dion’s heart, would go on and on.
