Nina In New York
Another week come and gone, this one marked by a presidential inauguration, subzero temperatures the likes of which can freeze dog pee in mid-stream and make me wish I lived in California, and a host of ignominious stories and half-baked scandals.
As I’ve mentioned, Mr. Pajak, Gus and I are in the midst of searching across boroughs and rivers and expressways for an apartment that can adequately house our growing family without bankrupting us or forcing us to live in a nether region to which only the G train will go.
Fine. This isn’t new news. It made headlines in 2012, which in Internet years, is equal to totally five bazillion years ago. But it’s new to me. And maybe to you, too.
This has been a stellar week for dubious or otherwise ignominiously remarkable news stories. Let’s dive right in, shall we?
The numbers don’t lie. It really is worse this year. But I can’t help but snort a little at stories of youth soccer leagues banning high fives. Are they crazy? Am I jaded? Yes.
Are you tired of eating tons of food and having to live with your choices? Had enough with dangerous calorie absorption and that boring old digestive system?
A lighthearted look at news, events, culture and everyday life in New York. ______________________ By Nina Pajak Another day, another $2,000 menu item at a New York City restaurant. Following the success of the most […]
Nina In New York: An Open Letter To Every Rental Broker In New York City Who Has Ever Posted A Listing Online
I again delve into the depths of online rental listings, and have so far mostly come up with a) nothing and b) a whole lotta rage. And how do I channel that rage? With an open letter to every broker who has ever wronged me, knowingly or not. And by me, I mean all of us.
A lighthearted look at news, events, culture and everyday life in New York. ______________ By Nina Pajak So, I know I was all “I hate resolutions!” and “I resolve to stop resolving to try to […]
It’s that time of year again. That glorious, magical, deeply distressing time when the avalanche of shopping emails ebbs and is replaced by a new influx of emails offering you a hundred different ways to stop being so fat and lazy, already.
So, in light of such monumental changes afoot, one would think this would be the year I’d eschew my usual distaste for new year’s resolutions and make a whole bunch of worthy–perhaps even necessary–ones.
In the days following Christmas and preceding New Year’s Eve, a very special thing happens to this city. Taxis are available. Traffic lightens up. Restaurants have open reservations. Subways have seats. The barrage of store emails lifts.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Ho hum, been there, done that. How many fake apocalypi can one world entertain in the course of a year?” I know, I know. But think about it.
Stricter gun laws would be the band-aid, if you will. No, it will not heal the wound, but it will staunch much of the bleeding.
Where’s the boot-buying police officer when you need him? We need him.