As someone lying to you about being born on February 29, to make this post seem more credible and contextually on point, let me tell you: It’s hard being a leap year baby! It happens once every four years, and people are all like, “Wait, there was’n’ a February 29th last year?” No. There wasn’t. 
Walking up to the venue, my friend turned to me, confused. “Is that the space?” She pointed. “It looks tiny.” Indeed The City Winery appeared to be a corner store. Hardly a spot for a lavish dinner event, followed by an intimate affair with the Haitian great, Wyclef Jean… but then my eyes shifted. It 
Last night I was sexually assaulted in the street. Let me be clear on this; I wasn’t actually physically harmed in anyway, but I was put under threat for my bodily integrity (that I might be raped or beaten), which, in Australia at least (I’m not entirely familiar with the laws in the USA but 
When the film adaptation of The Hours came out, my boss at the time said, apropos of Julianne Moore’s character, “You don’t need a reason to be depressed.” That truth kept flashing through my mind during RX, the saddest comedy to come along in quite a while. In Kate Fodor’s world, managing editor at American 
Today I wrote about why the upcoming Academy Awards risk becoming antiquated and obsolete. I’d also like to offer a rebuttal to myself, reminding all of us film fans why we should still tune in on Sunday night: One word: Billy. As in Crystal, quite arguably the greatest host of any live event ever. No 
Introducing the Mandate; a peek inside the male psyche for all the readers of New York Press. This column will attempt to bring light to all of your dating conundrums with thorough and brutally honest answers to your burning questions. You may not always like the answer, but the Mandate speaks the truth, the whole 
It’s that time of year! Welcome to my pre-Oscar haze. As the world’s self-proclaimed Biggest Oscar Fan, the week running up to Hollywood’s golden night has historically filled me with sheer glee. But even I will acknowledge that in recent years, the ceremony has come to feel like more of a formality than a thrill. 
If Ayelet Blumberg were a dog, she would be a Jack Russel Terrier. She’s small, friendly and a ball of energy. She’s loved and worked with dogs her entire life, but only recently devoted personal time to creating a dog training business with Sabra Dog Training. “I was extraordinarily unhappy and I realized that my 
When ABC shelved Cougar Town’s third season debut to February, this mid-season shuffle sounded like the death knell for a sitcom that had found a loyal, if limited, fan base, not unlike show co-creator Bill Lawrence’s Scrubs. Lawrence and his cast didn’t take the move sitting down, however; they hunted down as many print and 
Documentarian Jeanne Jordan and painter Beverly McIver both attended an advanced study in the Radcliffe Institute at Harvard. Bev’s studio was right next door to Jordan’s, and the two became fast friends. Jordan marveled at her neighbor’s large-scale paintings, which reminded her of graphic film stills. The two began socializing outside of work, Jeanne inviting 
