When I envision Boston, I picture every Red Sox fan walking around with a shirt containing this logo.   I love New York. I was born and raised here, currently live here and I might die here next week. (Word of advice: stay on a woman’s good side.) Yet the

Saturday was Ted Kennedy’s funeral.  It took place about a mile from my house in Boston and for days before low flying surveillance helicopters made me feel like I was in the end of the Ice Cube video. I remember on the day of the inauguration, hearing that Ted Kennedy

Well, folks, I didn’t make it down to the orgy that was the Topshop opening the other day. As the result of some profoundly poor decision-making last week, I had one of the more brutal hangovers in recent memory all day yesterday.  Needless to say, feeling as I did I