Duane Reade's 22,000 square foot store, opening in the 40 Wall Street Trump building tomorrow? " It includes opulent amenities like a hair salon for shampoos, blow dries and blowouts; a nail bar for manicures and massages; a pharmacy with a doctor on hand for consultation during the week; and a grocery market featuring sushi and smoothie bars. There is also a stock ticker."

This is all the fault of the hipsters, who made sweet love to the Duane Reade hipster pharmacy ("which features a bar that sells 64-ounce bottles of beer") in Williamsburg. (After complaining about it endlessly, of course.) Now you'll all get the pharmacy you [...]

Thanks to Joe Clark, here is a recent secret speech by Bob Miller (secret = it took place in Canada), who jumped ship on the innovative, profit-sharing imprint HarperStudio just as it was beginning and surprised everyone by going off to head Workman Publishing, fine publishers of Brain Quest Write & Erase Set: Alphabet and The Big Breakfast Diet. This resulted in HarperCollins shuttering the imprint.

Sorry, everything is so horribly dark today! It might be the pouring rain. Or you know, the end of the world. Here, here is the worst story on earth, which is an anonymous survey of 1738 men on how often they have raped people in two provinces of South Africa. A full 28% of men surveyed admitted to raping women; 10% of men said they'd been raped by another man. Least surprising: half of the rapists said they had done it more than once. Okay onward with this day I guess.

Unsurprisingly, I'm not particularly enjoying each morning's report from the New York City police offer rape trial. (Yeah, go figure.) Here's part one and here's part two, and it's a rotten thing to wake up and read. The story, in brief, is that a young woman came home to the East Village intoxicated; she needed help getting out of the cab, so the cabbie called 911; two cops arrived, took her in; paid the cab; and then they returned to her apartment three more times that night. (They said they were discussing her alcoholism with her, which, that's not something you do while someone has come home [...]

Basically all my friends take Adderall. It's sort of fine? I mean, it's not like all of them are on the heroin or something. And as far as I can gather, most of the effects of The Ivy Speed, as I like to call it, are internal-by which I mean, I can't always tell! I wouldn't know. (Though I can tell when you're writing on Adderall, yes I can. That is reason #52 why I hate it. All that focusing really does something to your syntax. Something bad!) Still, I hate it, and find it boring, and I hate its massive over-use in young people (reason #17) though it's [...]

This Jim Dwyer Times column actually does make the case quite well that New York City actively works to retain its 50% jobless rate for black men of working age-or increase it, I suppose, as the racial disparity in official unemployment increased during the latest recession-and that the City has a system of policies and procedures to not only create success and profit for the white and/or already well-off but also to keep black and/or poor people excluded from opportunity, not only by barring them from avenues of success but by introducing them disproportionately to the criminal justice system.

"Who the heck specifically requests a handjob, that most unpopular of sex acts which, were we casting a sex act version of The Breakfast Club, would undoubtedly play the part intended for Anthony Michael Hall? I'll tell you: high school boys and Terry Richardson." -Lass photographed by celeb photog explains WHOA WAY TOO MUCH.