It was a miserable, rainy afternoon and the street outside Dalton’s Lower School on East 91st Street was clogged with SUV’s picking up schoolkids. Two drivers of the cars refused to divulge their names, perhaps fearing reprisal from their employers if they spoke to the press, but said that they both worked for families with Read More
Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?
You might remember that silly little ditty from summer camp, but for many women in New York society, thin, droopy ears—stretched by gravity over time, exacerbated by heavy earrings—are no laughing matter. Sagging boobs can be supported by a good bra, but Read More
“Where else around here can you get that kind of food?” she said. Read More
More proof of the total American Idol–ization of Manhattan: On Monday, May 21, dozens of tarted-up stray pooches, led by makeshift male models including two Maccioni brothers and Marquee doorman Rich Thomas, pranced down an aisle at the SHVO building at 650 Sixth Avenue, “competing” for the title of “America’s Best-Dressed Dog.” The event, which Read More
It was a balmy fall afternoon on the Upper East Side, and there was a loose cannon in Citarella. Unfortunately, it was me—again. I was engaged in a Socratic dialogue with the counterman over why I shouldn’t have to pay for an unwanted frittata under a piece of grilled salmon.
“I don’t make the rules,” Read MoreIt was a balmy fall afternoon on the Upper East Side, and there was a loose cannon in Citarella. Unfortunately, it was me—again. I was engaged in a Socratic dialogue with the counterman over why I shouldn’t have to pay for an unwanted frittata under a piece of grilled salmon. “I don’t make the rules,” Read More
Shortly after my husband and I acquired new upstairs neighbors, we noticed water damage on our daughter’s bathroom ceiling.
I had an awkward phone conversation with the missus above. She deftly stated that if the problem were indeed caused by their renovation, then their contractor would repair it. I was feeling edgy. The ceiling had Read MoreShortly after my husband and I acquired new upstairs neighbors, we noticed water damage on our daughter’s bathroom ceiling. I had an awkward phone conversation with the missus above. She deftly stated that if the problem were indeed caused by their renovation, then their contractor would repair it. I was feeling edgy. The ceiling had Read More
My longtime friend Pam is single and the godmother to my two kids. My children adore her, and she is wonderful with them. For years, she was very accommodating to my family’s schedule. But not long ago, Pam began to chafe under my assumption that she could make herself available whenever I happened to have Read More
For the past several years, my mother and her friends have invited me to the annual Frederick Law Olmsted Awards Luncheon held by the Central Park Conservancy, where the crème de la crème of New York society turns out in full bloom to match that of the glorious park gardens. Usually I borrow a hat Read More
It's 9:15 on a Monday morning, and I'm surrounded by 30 perfectly sculpted women with abs of steel. I'm in "core fusion," the wildly popular exercise class at Exhale on Madison Avenue and 77th Street, a "mind-body" spa where Upper East Side moms religiously congregate for an intense, one-hour workout to ensure fitting into their Read More
One night, my husband came home from a dinner with some newly acquired friends and announced that he had learned a new word-or acronym, to be precise. The word-which, it turns out, was popularized by the movie American Pie -was "MILF," and it stands for "Mother I'd Like to Fuck."
It was a new word for Read More
