credit: Danielle Levitt
Here she opens up about Donald Trump, here we talk about lots of stuff, including her new show, Divorce, and there, in that photo, I try not to faint because I am standing in the presence of greatness.
Sometimes my job is really, really hard. Like when I get to spend the day traipsing around the city with New York Live’s wonderful Sara Gore tasting some of the dishes that made it onto Time Out New York’s 100 Best Dishes list. (Oh wait, did I say hard? I meant amazing, easy and super delish.)
Check out the segment here!
Hey there. Long time, no see. You don’t call, you don’t write…. Oh wait, that’s my fault. Let’s change that, shall we?
I’ll be on the Time Out New York Facebook page every day with three amazing things to do in the New York area every day from now on.
And if you’re in NYC, I’m on PIX11 News every Friday at 5:45 with the best stuff to do over the weekend. I’ve been astoundingly terrible at updating my site, but if you have a time machine and want to check out some past events, there are a few here, here and here. (And here and here and here.) (Okay, I’ll stop.)
I certainly think so, but then, I live there. (And just for the record, I’m not hip. Oh, you knew that. Moving on.)
I was on New York’s Fox 5 this week for Time Out New York, talking about the recent Quinnipiac poll that says most New Yorkers think BK is the hippest borough. I can’t find a link, but this is a photo of a face I made while saying things like:
“By the time any poll or any article declares someplace hip, it’s probably already past hip.”
Real talk, you guys.
Letting chubby girls know they CAN wear crop tops, one outfit at a time. GET READY, WORLD.
Hey, everyone! Gothamist has the thrilling true story of my adventures in foodstuffs last night. So exciting!!! Here’s the gist:
My boyfriend Brian and I stumbled into the 215 Fine Foods bodega on 4th Ave. in Park Slope last night in search of snacks after trivia at the Sackett bar. Imagine how delighted we were to find sandwich No. 4—the Douche Bag—on the menu.
Remember when “douche bag” was like, not something you could say in mixed company? Or at all, really? (In the ’90s, my Spanish-teacher mom once gave someone detention for calling a guy in her class a douche bag.) Now we not only bandy it about to describe brokers and frat boys but also SANDWICHES. WE NAME SANDWICHES AFTER VAGINAL CLEANSERS. (In other news, the Douche Bag actually sounds pretty good. Though, it does seem like a missed opportunity for tuna, mayo and vinegar on super-yeasty bread. Ba-zing!)
Gothamist went back to the source for additional reporting and also noticed some (possibly even) worse sandwich names, like the Baby Gravy (which is what I have started calling Brian). (I’d like to note, also, that the peeps at the 215 deli are very nice and helpful!)
Enjoy (being a woman)!
Is “standing one’s ground” the new “literally”? Like, can it *literally* be used to mean whatever we want? Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t right. Unless, wait, maybe Shelly Zimmerman is planning to shoot George in the face for inappropriate use of Skittles? In which case…cool cool cool, nothing to see here.
This is almost as good as that time the senator went “gangnum style.”