My poet friend—call her Sylvia—thought she had a guy for me. “So dateable,” she told me. “Cute, smart, funny. Weirdly confessional, but in a good way—like you, actually. And an architect.” I sat up. “Sold!” Architects have a certain cachet for me: They’re creative but more practical and stable than the writers and artists I Read More
Through the glass door at the W Hotel Bar in Union Square, I saw him: the screenwriter from L.A. My Internet Cyrano, the person I’d been talking to every night for the last month. My first instinct was to turn and sprint. Not just because he was holding a single long-stemmed rose that was clearly Read More
One summer, I was going through my cell contacts, trying to background-check this adorable doe-eyed L.A. wannabe screenwriter—call him Charlie Hollywood—I’d met in Chelsea. We had a weeklong fling while he was in town that ended with him inviting me for another tryst on his home turf. It sounded tempting: Neither one of us was Read More
One summer, I was going through my cell contacts, trying to background-check this adorable doe-eyed L.A. wannabe screenwriter—call him Charlie Hollywood—I’d met in Chelsea. We had a weeklong fling while he was in town that ended with him inviting me for another tryst on his home turf. It sounded tempting: Neither one of us was Read More
I kicked off last summer by making an old resolution once more: No more writers, Ph.D.’s or thinkers! Only men who take action—and make commitments.
My obsession with brainy men probably began in 1999, when I moved to Manhattan with dreams of (zippety-do-da!) becoming a novelist. But sometimes it seemed I was more dedicated to Read MoreI kicked off last summer by making an old resolution once more: No more writers, Ph.D.’s or thinkers! Only men who take action—and make commitments.
My obsession with brainy men probably began in 1999, when I moved to Manhattan with dreams of (zippety-do-da!) becoming a novelist. But sometimes it seemed I was more dedicated to Read MoreI kicked off last summer by making an old resolution once more: No more writers, Ph.D.’s or thinkers! Only men who take action—and make commitments. My obsession with brainy men probably began in 1999, when I moved to Manhattan with dreams of (zippety-do-da!) becoming a novelist. But sometimes it seemed I was more dedicated to Read More
I'm typing this on someone else's computer while listening to her PJ Harvey CD on her stereo, occasionally glancing out her window at her lovely Soho view. Taking a break, I pat her trusty golden retriever, who is lying at my feet. Deciding I need to stare at the cobwebbed crack in her ceiling a Read More
Earlier this week, I read that the Ali G movie is back in production after a brief hiatus. Director Todd Philips had pulled out of the film; according to rumor, he and the crew started to receive death threats not long after "Borat," Ali G's alter ego, sang an offensive version of the national anthem Read More
