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There comes a time in the life of every serious Sex and the City tour guide when she’s forced to contemplate her field’s most insurmountable theoretical quandary: What is your favorite episode? My answer is as complicated as anyone’s, but when I’m in a pressure situation I’ve always relied on one response: “Hot Child in… Read more »

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Last Thursday night, my husband and I went to a party that Esquire Magazine* hosted at a 23.5 million dollar apartment.  The apartment, known as the ClockTower Penthouse, is a triplex in DUMBO, Brooklyn, and is the most expensive piece of real estate in the borough.  The main floor features four enormous working glass clock… Read more »

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Nearing the 1964 Christmas break during my fifth grade, thirteen inches of snow blanketed my street late on a Thursday evening. Losing a school day to the elements was a beautiful thing. Friday morning, my friends and I mushed over to Central Park towing our sleds through the middle of the street. Milking the day… Read more »

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Good grief, how did we ever survive planes without cell phones, smart phones, tablets, and laptops? People need to learn to disconnect when they step on board. In case you missed it, today’s big brouhaha is over did whether or not actor Alec Baldwin turned his phone off soon enough to meet with the flight attendant’s… Read more »

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Why am I awake? This question poses itself as my body lays in a comfortable position on the first available secluded space I found on the Oranjestad portion of Aruba’s west coast. The sand beneath me contours to nestle, hold and support my body.  The warmth of my billions-grain fine quartz mattress speckled with broken… Read more »

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There are some plays that, no matter how many different versions I’ve seen over the years, I will continue to seek out simply because the writing is so extraordinary.  A Streetcar Named Desire comes to mind.  Then there are plays that, although they are very good—masterpieces even—I feel no pressing need to ever see again. … Read more »

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Ask a New Yorker: What’s going on? Anna: I’m having a 16 hr. day so I’m going to be working the whole day and all night. Ask a New Yorker: What kind of work do you do? Anna: I’m a bartender. Ask a New Yorker: Favorite drink? Anna: Sex on the Beach. 2/3 oz. Schnapps,… Read more »

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Richard Brookhiser wrote his first cover story for the National Review in 1969, exposing what he called the “phony” quality of a Vietnam War protest at Irondequoit High School in Rochester, NY. The sentiment was not uncommon for the conservative magazine, but the author was—Brookhiser was 14 years old. After earning his bachelor’s at Yale… Read more »