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Men as socks. Some men are argyles. Safe socks. This column socks. Thus begins Carrie’s brainstorming in the second episode of the fifth season, Unoriginal Sin. “I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here, ladies,” she says. “Last week, I wrote about my search for the perfect French fry.” I am both sorry and relieved… Read more »

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Who’s that petite single New York writer I keep seeing on TV with the fabulous sense of style? You know, the one with the rocking bod and kind of unconventional face who so breezily mixes glamour with sarcasm and wit? I think her name starts with a C… Meet Carole Radziwill—Emmy and Peabody-award winning journalist,… Read more »

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I am afraid I have upset some of my most loyal readers with my oft-made jabs at Sex and the City: The Movie (I’m talking about the first movie here—I think we can all agree that Part 2 was…umm…horrendous). Listen, I’m amazed that anyone takes time out of their precious week to read my blog, and for… Read more »

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I am afraid I have upset some of my most loyal readers with my oft-made jabs at Sex and the City: The Movie (I’m talking about the first movie here—I think we can all agree that Part 2 was…umm…horrendous). Listen, I’m amazed that anyone takes time out of their precious week to read my blog, and for… Read more »

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In this country, it is generally assumed that mothers are egregiously under-appreciated. No one really knows how much good work they do and how tirelessly they do it—not the fathers of their children and certainly not the children themselves. No one but fellow mothers know the heartache, worry, sacrifice, and exhaustion they continuously grin and… Read more »

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It was a “miserable hot summer day, which was the 14th miserable hot summer day in a row.” Samantha fanned herself as she trudged up 9th Avenue. A nasally Brit in a bikini top appeared out of nowhere. After a double cheek kiss hello, the Brit (played by former Spice Girl Gerri Halliwell) announced that… Read more »

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When my life got out of control earlier this month (that two-week blur of torpedoed apartment, severed internet, and filthy hair), I took to watching Seinfeld for comfort and respite. My husband and I don’t have cable, so we compensate with streaming Netflix. With the internet (and all streaming options) down for a fortnight though, I… Read more »

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There is a cartoon quality to the relationship between New Yorkers and tourists, a Road Runner and Wylie Coyote tug-of-war that causes steam to pour from locals’ ears and visitors to run screeching over cliffs.  It is an exaggerated, farcical, co-dependent relationship, and one that was flamed this week by Travel & Leisure magazine’s annual “America’s Favorite… Read more »

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Because of my job, people tend to send me a lot of links to Sex and the City-related tidbits, and recently there’s been a flurry of press regarding The Carrie Diaries, the supposed SATC prequel that may run on the CW.  I have no attachment to such a prequel; due to my utter disgust with… Read more »

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Downtown, Samantha woke up to discover that she did have it all, including the flu. —Sex and the City (Season 3, Episode 10—”All or Nothing”) Last Saturday morning I woke up right as rain, excited to spend the day GSD (the acronym my husband and I use for “getting shit done”). Twenty minutes after I… Read more »