By Tulletilsynet on The Five Worst Kinds of Co-Workers
@SarahHeartburn
B(oheme)A(rcher)R(everie)F(able)
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By SarahHeartburn on The Five Worst Kinds of Co-Workers
@NinetyNine What? And wake him up?
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By Clarence Rosario on Defending Manhattan From America: Pete Wells and Guy Fieri
Guy Fieri is a manufactured "foodie" shallowly extolling the virtues of authentic cuisine that he often presents as more of a sideshow or stunt food.
Not sure why we're surprised that his menus and restaurants reflect this. I guess we're surprised that the execution is so poor, given that Fieri is more of a franchiser than a chef.
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By IBentMyWookie on A Chat With Fran Lebowitz
@DrewB I watched that film just a couple months ago AND WEPT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
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By DrewB on A Chat With Fran Lebowitz
interestingly enough, the one film about the beginning of the AIDS epidemic that does NOT do as fran claims was produced and directed by the same people who made the cockettes documentary referenced earlier in the interview. the film is called "we were here" and it is breathtaking. hopefully fran will see it.
PS LOVE her
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By SarahHeartburn on If You Can't Tell When David Sedaris Is "Inventing," It's Your Problem
I don't care as long as you can assure me that everything Thurber wrote in "My Life and Hard Times" is true (especially the Get Ready Man.)
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By Clarence Rosario on President Endorses States' Rights
Can't we just -- for once -- spike the fucking ball?
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By Flaneur on Churning the 'NYT' Vows Data and the Dangers of Self-Selection
Excuse my pedantry: The big feature column was and is called Vows, but the pages of basic announcements were always called Weddings until they were changed to Weddings/Celebrations.
My wife and I made it (back in the dark ages of 2000) without H-Y-P, elite law, investment banking or Greenwich ties. But we're in The Media, and we're black, so.
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By SarahHeartburn on "Safe Slope" Will Walk You Home This Weekend, Ladies and Gays
@deepomega It was real. As in, I was really scared shitless lots of times. I remember going home from my boyfriend's place to my parents' house during the height of the Son of Sam hysteria, and I was trembling so much I literally tripped over my own feet and fell on my face. I don't know how I didn't crack my skull. The kicker is that I fell in front of the 17th Precinct on 51st Street and not one cop was watching the door or bothered to wonder why a woman was sitting dazed on the pavement for a minute. There is a short story in this, but someone else can write it. Kthxby.
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By shelven on The Most Expensive T-Shirt in New York City Costs $91,500.00
Can I jump in with a joke that is not mine and say the most expensive T-shirt in New York is your daughter's "Sarah Lawrence" one