Smart, Funny, Tortured
I'm very excited to be the first guest on a brand new podcast: Smart, Funny Tortured with host Paul Chamberlain.
The Thrill of Seeing New York City Spring to Life
Compared to a year ago, the scene on the streets and in restaurants, parks and other parts of New York City is infinitely brighter. Hope is here, and we're gonna be okay.
Dressing Scott Galloway for TV
My prescribed sartorial on-camera upgrade for podcast host, writer, professor, emergent prince of all media and my future ex-boyfriend, Scott Galloway.
The September 2020 Playlist: I Happen to Like New York
As I sit here writing this, alone, in the middle of one of the scariest periods in our lifetime, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
I Can’t With The Sweatpants
Especially in this time of unparalleled uncertainty, a crisp white dress shirt, a tailored jacket and a pair of polished wingtips can help remind me that all civilization is not necessarily lost and maybe even still worth celebrating a bit. Sweatpants don't do that for me.
The Joy of Wearing a Suit Again
In an uncertain time when so much has been taken away from us, it's nice to have a reason to get dressed, which takes away some of the sting
Weekly Podcast Digest: May 30, 2020
Saturdays are podcast days for this mildly media-obsessed listener. I listen while I clean, do laundry, shine my shoes, iron shirts, walk the dogs or whatever. Below is a digest of my must-listen favorites of the week. The New Yorker…
Weekly Podcast Digest: May 16, 2020
Saturdays tend to be podcast days for me. I listen while I clean, do laundry, shine my shoes, iron shirts or whatever. Below is a digest of some weekly favorites I really enjoy. The New Yorker Radio Hour Jill Lepore…
I moved back to New York at the worst possible time, and I’m so glad I did it.
After three years in Cleveland, I moved back to New York City in mid January, just when the coronavirus was in out-of-town previews. For two months, I reveled in the joy of being back in my beloved Gotham and had a brief flirtation with a hologram known as “job security.” Since the shit really hit the fan after my last paid workday in March, I’ve been basically staring out the window in between meals, phone calls, virtual gatherings on Zoom, naps and dog walks, wondering what the fuck.