A Valentine’s horoscope

I keep this card above my computer that my husband gave me for Valentine’s Day years ago. Back when we still did cards on Valentine’s day. Back when we still did Valentine’s Day. I’m guessing 1993.

(For a bittersweet bah humbug on the Hallmark holiday, do read Nancy Gibbs’ essay in this week’s TIME.)

I’m an Aries. Here’s what it …

This just in: Obama supports Obama

I’ve long aspired to work for The Onion. Only I hear their dental plan isn’t as good.

But this ain’t no spoof. It’s fo real. Barack Obama has a new constituency: a town in Japan called, yes, Obama. From The Guardian:

As the race for the nomination heated up, the town’s tourism office received a stream of calls from locals wishing Obama

My company made me look at porn

One of the perks, if you can call it that, of working at the world’s largest media company is that we get copies of our magazines for free. I began to see this as more of a curse when I realized I was drowning in my weekly accumulation of Fortune Small Business, Coastal Living, Time for Kids and People en Espanol. And I don’t speak …

Sex and the City? Fun. Jobs and the City? Boring.

Brooke Shields as Wendy in Lipstick Mafia. Or is it Cashmere Jungle? No, wait: it’s Sex and the Stressed Out, Sleepless Mama. / NBC

A few months ago, someone sent me the pilots to two upcoming TV series: Lipstick Jungle and Cashmere Mafia. They were oddly, even spookily, alike. I sort of vaguely knew their genesis: that Sex and the City

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