Every once in a while, New York drops its guard for a sec and squeals “Pay attention to me!” We, her residents, sometimes forget that we are only the incredibly hip, disaffected cynics we are because she allows us to be. But, like any other living being, she occasionally feels

Despite the calendar that indicates that spring is arriving this week, New York is clutching on to winter as tight as Times Square tourist holds on to his wallet. All this recent slushy snow and ass-whooping wind that bounces off the city’s concrete and creeps through my layers of goose

One of my most vivid childhood memories is of me standing in front of a mirror in my dining room, alternately laughing hysterically and then bursting into tears. I was confused and unable to reel in my emotions, and the image of myself sobbing in the mirror only made me

Since I’m not equipped to quantum leap into the tropical Caribbean warmth, nor will I shell out the dough for a pricey health club, I turn elsewhere for warmth on days like today, with the temperature in the teens and an icy wind ready to whip at your eyeballs and

In the belly of a dark theater in Queens, an audience member shouts, “Fortune!” In response, seven grown men, ranging in age and style of dress, move together in synchronous motions. Gazing into crystal balls fluidly morphs into the movement of surgeons snapping on sterile gloves. Now they’re floating on

Sex and drugs, and the looming threat of eternal damnation—all set to music—pretty much sums up “Bare,” the rock musical that explores the complicated issues of identity, peer pressure, and hormonal teen angst. The story revolves around Catholic boarding school classmates Jason (Jason Hite) and Peter (Taylor Trensch), who fall

The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled