…a pretty person.  Sometimes not.   Most recently, an East Village hippie hipster mistook me for a homeless person.  As I stood on the corner waiting for the little white man to give me the go ahead, the hipster came … Continue reading →

…and I’m a changed woman. Fact: I’ve never respected Star Trek. I love making fun of those weirdo kids who speak trekie language and go to conferences to nerd each other and the rest of the guests at the Holiday … Continue reading →

…change. In honor of the new President, his new Chief of Staff and Sarah Palin’s new wardrobe***, I am going to write a post about… MY NEW ATTITUDE? NO. MY NEW LOVE OF HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL…3? NO. WHATEVER I WANT? … Continue reading →

…and then I see the New York City Marathon victims limping around the subways with a look of despair in their faces as they make their way home in their spandex shorts wrapped in a blanket. Really? Is it worth … Continue reading →