Every Spring, in rare moments of sunshiny bliss, I have to remind myself that I still hate New York City. That’s right, I refuse to let myself be happy here, because if I do, that means I’ve become part of … Continue reading
Let’s talk about the New York City subways. And the NJ PATH trains. Let me count the ways I hate them. One, yesterday morning I got an email alert saying that my train just wasn’t running at all. “Train service … Continue reading
Dear Ellyn’s Boyfriend, My girlfriend has exposed all of my foibles for the world to read (though at least she has the decency to stop at the bedroom door). I’ve had a good dozen friends mention this blog to me, … Continue reading
This week we were G-chatting about how hard it is to be grateful and happy in our fortunate lives in NY and LA. We’re trying to decide how to stop missing what we had or looking forward to things we … Continue reading
Every year I resolve to complain less. Yet as I sign another lease in the city, I find more to whine about. The winters seem colder, subways more crowded, rats larger, tourists more annoying, garbage smellier, dogs yappier… oops, wrong … Continue reading
Before you start complaining about how many people you need to shop for and spend your hard-earned money on this holiday season, be thankful you don’t also have to include 20 doormen. (I know, I know, it’s better to give … Continue reading
I can’t wait until I’m old, so no one asks me to do anything. I’m 25 going on 85. Not that I don’t enjoy a nice dinner and a glass of wine, or a night at the theater. And believe … Continue reading
I hate the plane ride from JFK to LAX. It is entirely too long, there are inevitably old ladies coughing on you and babies crying, and you just want to get home already. (This is Miriam by the way. Just … Continue reading
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