Mating and dating in America's gayest city has been turned on its head. With one smooth twist of Andrew Cuomo's gloating pen, New York City's gays now find themselves in a whole different ballgame (as it were) of sexy-time outcomes. Now, like the ladies, the gays must think: am I marriage material? Am I marriage material if I put out on the first date? When and how do we get engaged? And how can we best torture our single friends with expensive destination weddings that require multiple-leg flights and pre-parties and annoying and eccentric gift registries? Long-time couples are in a similar ruckus—even those who've never wanted to get [...]

So I've been trying to figure out this Glaceau Vitaminwater billboard that's up by the newspaper stand on the corner of Delancey and Clinton Streets. REAL VITAMINS NOT AVAILABLE ON CANAL STREET, it says. CHINATOWN GETS THEIR VITAMINS. That's all it says. Totally confusing. (Even if you ignore the grammatical error, which, let's give them the benefit of the doubt and assume it's intentional.) Even then, what does it mean?

Wonkette went to Jim Moran's health care town hall in Virginia and all they got was the sadness.