Leo Epstein: “Most likely to become a billionaire recluse a la Willy Wonka.” This is what I was voted in my high school yearbook. Although, now that I think about it, to be “voted” this title seems highly unlikely, and my guess is that the 2003 yearbook editor took some very generous editorial liberties in these pages.
I had forgotten all about this until I was organizing my closet last weekend, when I came across my old yearbook. Most likely to become a billionaire recluse a la Willy Wonka? What in the hell did that even mean? How had I merited such a weird future? And while the billionaire portion of the prediction seemed cool, the thought of living a solitary life in a uniform of top hats and velour tuxedo jackets wasn’t what I had in mind. This designation—was it a compliment or an insult? Keep reading »
Alright. Back in the saddle. Literally. It’s been how long? Shudder. Let’s not go there. I’m turning a new leaf. Ew, that sounds like a cheesy ladymag article. Let’s just call it what it is: I’m out of shape and suddenly have a desire to live longer. Exercise is the key to hotness and longevity.
Class getting started. Nice Girl Talk mashup, Instructor Lady. Feeling pumped. OK, time to increase the speed and what? There are definitely parts of my body jiggling that did not jiggle before when I used to do this. I have Bridget Jones “wobbly bits.” They used to not wobble! Wait, stop thinking like that. Think positive. Now is the time to clear my mind. Cleeeaaarrr. Caaaaaalm. Breathe … Keep reading »
You’re single. You’re on the lookout. We get it. And you’re probably not looking for love in all the wrong places because you know where these “wrong places” are (all-day buffets, an ex’s bed, Red Lobster, a strip club, to name a few). However, if you’re searching for guys in the following spots, you might want to be aware of their downsides. Keep reading »
When it comes to men, I have a type. Physically, he’s tall and lean. He’s also the soft-spoken intellectual and creative type. And more often than not, he’s emotionally unavailable and self-absorbed. And yet, I date him over and over again, like a broken record stuck on one false note.
This might be why there’s an entire dating industry geared toward women. And as much as you might want to blame it on “Sex and the City,” the truth of the matter is that many women, myself included, don’t always go for the right type of guy. You may now cue the latest romantic comedy that you don’t want to believe is loosely based on your life. But in honor of New Year, New You Month, it’s time for a change Keep reading »
My pattern with escape began as a kid.
I am 14 years old and in my pediatrician’s office. My family has just moved back to New York City after a 5-year stint in Massachusetts. I’m turning into one of those surly teenagers. My mother has read
SavingReviving Ophelia and now my father is reading it, too, and I see the sad face of that wispy-haired girl staring up at me from her wrinkled paperback cover every time I pass his bedside table. Dr. Sedlis is asking how school is going. My mother is in the room and she says, “Not too well. It’s a large public school.” This is true. I hate it there. I am lost and they are making me take oboe lessons even though I signed up for piano. The girls are goths and punks and I am neither. Dr. Sedlis advises putting me into private school. Keep reading »
It’s been a while since we last chatted. Last time, I was saying farewell to my 365 Days in Paris blog. Ending the blog was a tough choice especially because so much good stuff was going on in my life—I’d finished up my first year in Paris, was heading onto the next, and had finally met an amazing guy, “Henri.” But I just had a feeling that because things were going well that it was time to live my life offline. I so enjoyed hearing your advice and comments each week, and was pleasantly surprised to hear from Amelia that some of you had actually been asking about me. Moi? I’m touched. So, here’s my update for you.
I’ll start with the end: I’m not in Paris anymore. Keep reading »
These Reeboks—the “Insta Pump Fury” model—look like the result of a mating between a Trapper Keeper and some hiking sneakers. In a nutshell: the definition of ugly. [High Snobiety] Keep reading »
What happens when a giant blizzard
hits the East Coast and brings life practically to a standstill? Art gets moving. Apparently. We’re beginning to see some very cool photography and short films
come out of the weather disaster, the latest of which is even being praised by Roger Ebert! This short film by Jamie Stuart is an homage to a 1929 film called “Man With a Movie Camera.” In Stuart’s version, “Idiot With a Tripod,” you watch as Stuart documents the snow accumulation and tactfully shows how people lived through it. It’s poignant and simple. Check it out! [Huffington Post
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