I Have Too Many Frenemies
As big as New York City is, it’s impossible to avoid the people you hate. While you might think that that the odds are very low of running into one frenemy out of 10 million strangers, it’s happens surprisingly often. One second you’re picking up new shampoo at CVS and the next second you’re kissing someone on the cheek that you went...
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Just Call Me Barefoot. Drop the Contessa.
Sometimes I get in the mood to prove to the world that I’m a capable and functioning adult and forget that that no one cares except for myself. Of course by the time I realize that, I’m usually halfway through my “look at my charming adult” act and in way too far to turn around. Take this Sunday for example. (more…)
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I’m Not a Real New Yorker
The trick to being “so New York” and fooling people into believing you’ve always lived here is to act like everything you say and do is inconsequential and meaningless. Hail a cab the same way you tie your shoe. “Oh this little hand trick, it’s just something I picked up in kindergarten” is what your gesture should say as...
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Should I Skip My Birthday This Year
Despite the fact that I have a blog that’s all about myself, I’m generally pretty modest. You won’t see me strutting around Central Park handing out “I’m a blogger” business cards or showing off my constantly updated Twitter followers tattoo. And that’s why my yearly birthday (yeah I have one a year, you?) is a blessing disguised in a curse hidden...
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Could I Be More Cultured?
I live in New York City which means I’m supposed to be one of the most cultured, savvy and chic human beings alive. On a good day, my shirt’s not wrinkled and my fingernails are filed. So I’m not exactly in the running yet to be New Yorker of the Year (although rumor has it the winner gets to run a hot dog stand in Central Park for an entire summer…talk...
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Do We Talk About Camels Enough?
I hate superlatives. They’re a overdramatic and never true. I can’t tell you how many places in NYC claim to have the world’s BEST food. (Like really food truck that lingers on 50th? You have the world’s BEST mango smoothies. I would just love to see your global research studies to see how you reached your conclusion.) So I was a little...
Continue ReadingJust Another Week in my Jetset Life
Even though you’re reading this on a Monday night (Or Tuesday morning or next February when you need advice about moving to NYC and google “moving to NYC” and this blog comes up and you open it up and are like WTF, this is the least helpful moving to NYC blog ever.”), I wrote this on a Saturday night. Why would I spend my Saturday night...
Continue ReadingWoe is Me
Sometimes my life is just so easy and simple and chill that I’m like whoa, did I just play Freaky Friday with Bob Marley’s ghost? Then other weeks, I’m so stressed that I feel like I’m shooting a testimonial for an anxiety medication commercial. You know, the “before” woman. (Sidenote: I’ve also considered auditioning...
Continue ReadingWho’s the Benchwarmer Now?
No one would ever call me an athlete. In fact no one would ever even call me in-shape. My body is untoned, spaghetti-like, stiff, flaccid and frail. Not adjectives you ever hear when people are talking about Olympians and regular gym-goers or even people in their twenties. But who has time to work out these days? There are wayyy too many Real Housewives forums...
Continue ReadingLove Me a Quarter Life Crises
Despite what you’ve heard, the latest trend in Manhattan in not crop tops or mimosas with pulp or walking fast. It is the quarter life crisis –and almost everyone I know is having one. No one likes their job, no one likes the person they’re dating, no one like who they are, and no one likes where their lives are going. It’s like we’re...
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