A few years ago, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, I went for a sensible walk down Second Avenue in the East Village. It was a typical day in the neighborhood—I walked past a crack head peeing on himself, a circle of “homeless teenagers” that you know actually live in a penthouse with their parents on… Read more »
Well ladies, I found the answer to meeting men. It involves Milk-Bones, collars, and putting poop into little baggies. No, I am not talking about some weird new fetish, I’m talking about getting a dog. I spent this past weekend with my friend Miranda’s dog Claire, and although Claire couldn’t be less interested in me,… Read more »
