Until recently, I’d been utterly unable to date men with any cooking ability. One of my first boyfriends, in high school, seemed to subsist on Stouffer’s French Bread Pizza alone. His tiny apartment in the East Village constantly reeked of the kind of fake cheese that only comes in small cardboard boxes found in the [...]

During our freshman year at college, Lina and I made black heart-shaped valentines emblazoned with particularly cruel Smiths lyrics and gleefully passed them out to our black-clad, bisexuality-considering friends. We watched in great amusement as the reactions came rolling in—our friends were alternately and about evenly either totally amused or clueless.
The valentines said things like:
I [...]

The other day in New York the temperature rose above freezing. To celebrate this feat of nature, I wore a short skirt and woolen tights. And, of course, my boots—the ones that have trudged through two winters’ worth of snowstorms, so covered in melt that they’re less black than they are gray.
During my lunch break, [...]