Dear, Winter I am writing you this letter in hopes that you answer my question—where the fuck are you? I have lived in the great city of New York for 25 years and this has got to be the hottest season of winter that I have ever experienced. You and

I know that NYC hasn’t been disgustingly cold this season, but someone’s still got the wintertime blues (that “someone” is me). This time of year, I always turn into a humongous B– cackling at any poor soul who dares approach me as I perform my cold weather rituals of swaddling

Netflix sent me the movie Broken Embraces about two months ago, and I’ve had the pleasure of letting it sit on my shelf for 8 bucks a month. I’m only kidding myself; I’m never going to watch it. Yet I continue to continue the charade. Last month, I was house-sitting

Let’s face it. Times are tough. Not a lot of people these days have the extra money to splurge on a facial or a bikini wax. You shouldn’t have to let a sucky economy get in the way of your professional beauty regimen. Lucky for you, there are five thrifty

I always hate going to the gym in January. It’s like everybody and their mom is trying to fulfill their New Year’s resolution to work out more. You have to wait in line to use the elliptical machine because some sweaty person is trying to figure out how to make

The holidays have officially passed, and New Year’s Eve is just a few days away.  You know what that means– it’s almost 2012.  2012– the year that The World As We Know It is supposed to end, according to the Mayan calendar.  2012– the year that we’ll apparently be punished

I began this year’s shopping for my two-year-old by following my own advice:  buy only one or two great gifts for your toddler/baby because that’s all they need (if that considering the mounds of presents they’ve already received from their grandparents).  My husband and I decided what my two-year-old REALLY