It’s that time of year again… the time of pretending and fantasy. That holiday where one can dress up as anything they so desire and drop bad accents without shame. It’s Halloween. For some, this is the time to get the creative juices flowing, and for others it’s just an

The sentiment known as “love/hate” is one of the most ubiquitous yet enigmatic phenomenons in the human experience. I am certainly no stranger to its insidious, backhanded ways. Raw onions, ex-lovers, the mélange of scents permeating the city on a hot day, Peter Gabriel… you get the idea. For broke-ass

Some time ago, prompted by a bank account reading $80, and having several weeks until my next paycheck I decided to undertake a new diet: trail mix. Thought I: “hikers survive on this stuff, and they seem pretty healthy.” Nuts are cheap… well some of them in any case. And

Hey Big City,

It’s me again. I have a bone to pick with you. I need a date, badly. No, don’t try to distract me with your neon cityscape and food trucks. I mean it. You want to know why you haven’t seen me around lately, Big-C? I haven’t had a date in weeks, and I blame you.

  Ladies and gentlemen, I have found the one magical place on Earth where New Yorkers can go and be appalled by the price of a chili dog, revolted by the cost of a bottle of water, and be utterly nauseated by the price of a typical postcard—the one, the

I am the proud owner of a set of bangs.  Like bang ambassador Zooey Deschanel, I have sported face-eating fringe for my entire life– try as I might, I have never been able to grow them out without feeling like my forehead looks a touch too “Teresa Guidice from Real

Disclaimer:  I do not currently have an online dating profile. Once you read this, you may not either.  Although I recently did some online dating research and have some awkward experiences from the past, I have enough social networks to vet through than have yet another way for people to

The Spookiest Time of the Year is upon us! Do you know what you’re going to be for Halloween yet? I’m having a hard time deciding between Sexy Office Worker and Sexy Blogger. In other words, I’m not dressing up as anything. What does this look like, the third grade?