The city in the summer is a special case. If you have ever spent more than 30 seconds on a subway platform during rush hour in August, you will know of what I speak.
With no disrespect to her peeps and homies, and based on a decades-long knowledge of people like Uncle Sidney and Uncle George, this writer can't imagine how a nice Jewish boy could aspire to a life of danger and tights.
Speaking out against our National Intelligence Complex is extremely difficult. Believe me, I paid the price.
When I lived in New York name-dropping was a competitive game akin to chess. I learned to avoid obvious name-dropping as this is easily frustrated by the "who he?" counter gambit.
A conversation recorded between Lt. Gen. Keith B. Alexander, director of the National Security Agency, and Mark Zuckerberg, CEO of Facebook.
There is a collective consciousness that can detect the presence (and approach) of something good or bad, in society or the world, before any hard "evidence" exists. It's happening now with the concept of "rape culture." Which, by the way, isn't a concept. It's a reality.
My husband doesn't hate Mad Men. He likes it a lot. Not as much as I do because my like borders on obsession and fixation. But he likes it. What my husband hates, is me, after I watch Mad Men.
Most of our content consists of hot models in the latest fashions and trends in underwear. So every now and then it's refreshing to come across some underwear related news that breaks the mold. And dogs in underwear is our latest guilty pleasure.
At a press conference this morning, White House officials requested that all the "good" Syrian rebels immediately identify themselves as such to the proper authorities so the United States can support them in their battle against President Bashar al-Assad.
Before kids my husband Henry and I decided to walk on the wild side one night when we accepted an invitation from friends to attend a BDSM (Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, Masochism) Valentine's Day party hosted by the ever discreet and refined Mike Boner.
Life isn't about obtaining great riches or notoriety. It's about the connections you make with other people, your fellow human beings. And I've got someone I just know is going to make quite an impression on you. Allow me introduce my neighbor, Fred McInconsideraton.
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I don't mean to brag, but I think I can confidently say that I have perfected the role of a perpetual "Before" picture when it comes to day-to-day beauty.
It's that time of year again. School is out, the seniors are graduating, and students are welcoming summer vacation with open arms. What bleak future is in store for them, God only knows.
Probably because the Moon was basically revealed to be the world's largest webcam this week, Americans have been obsessed with a bygone era.
Please accept our most egregiously sincere apologies for the difficulties and inconveniences the secret monitoring of your phone records and email and GPS units and foreign travel and bank accounts and yes, even your snail mail has evidently caused.
Around this time last year, I was in excruciating pain, and thought, either my womb is going to explode like a volcano or rush through my flange at warp speed. I ran -- like a dawg -- to my fabulous OB/GYN.
As a progressive, anti-Patriot Act, ACLU supporter, I still find myself among the majority of Americans who are not outraged by the latest revelations of NSA surveillance. It's not for lack of trying.
Documenting two years of following Phish and the Insane Clown Posse to the farthest reaches of his sanity and soul, Rabin's new book is a chronicle of repentance from the sin of the Golden Cliche.