Power & Light waitresses need a dress code, too
- 06/27/2008 01:00 PM CDT
I just don’t understand why there has to be so much T’n’A. It’s everywhere. Just take a look at our new entertainment district.
I just don’t understand why there has to be so much T’n’A. It’s everywhere. Just take a look at our new entertainment district.
Most of my life, I have looked at purses and thought, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bag.” That’s what you are supposed to say, I mean, otherwise you’d sound a little shallow.
Year after year I’ve sat in the audience loving the stylish brilliance of the West 18th Street Fashion Show. Last weekend I walked the runway. It was exciting, frustrating and one serious rush.
In a few weeks they’re entering the battle zone. Their guns will be loaded, and they’re taking no prisoners.
One of the perks of being a columnist is having readers who feel like they know you. They say hi to you when you’re out and about. They leave messages, write e-mails and send letters. Over time you start to feel like you know them.
During one of the most trying presidential primary seasons in American history, one thing became clear. Race is still an issue in our country.
As I sat in the theater, watching one of my favorite television shows wrap up its story on the big screen, I found myself feeling a little less than fabulous.
When she found out she was having a little girl, Erin Breeden was scared. Having a little boy, she thought, would have been easy to get excited about. He’d have his father to look up to, and it would be great. But having a baby girl meant that she, Erin, would be the primary role model. At the time that felt intimidating.
It costs $45 to fill the gas tank of my Volkswagen Beetle. Forty-five. For that much money, I can get my hair done, treat a friend to dinner or buy a new dress. Just seven years ago it cost about half that for a full tank. Back then a crinkled $20 bill could get me through the week. Now, with prices averaging $3.94 nationwide (about $3.79 locally), it hurts more and more every time I see a gas station.
Friday could very well be the sexiest day of the year, thanks to the big-screen debut of “Sex and the City.”
Kat Rauber was just 13 years old when she asked her mother if there were a surgery she could have to make her feet smaller.
Carrie Bradshaw is responsible for a lot of things — the rise of the cosmo, a boost in N.Y. tourism and everyday women daring to spend $400 on a pair of shoes.
Dear Graduates, You are about to enter a society that is faced with a falling economy. High gas prices, layoffs and a troubled stock market await you. Let’s keep it real: Things don’t look like they’ll be getting any better anytime soon.
It all started a few years ago when she saw a girl wearing a pricey, oversized necklace. Cool to look at, she thought. But with a price tag above $20, Brenda Gutierrez couldn’t afford it. But being an arts-and-crafts girl, she decided to make her own trinkets.
Hands down, she is one of the most phenomenal women I have ever seen — even if it was only from my living room couch.
In a few days I’ll walk down the aisle for the seventh time. By now one could say I’m a black-belt bridesmaid — an expert at being a part of a wedding’s supporting cast.
When I found Flat Stanley lying on the floor, I knew I had to tell his story, which I did a few weeks ago. But I had no idea that he was such a rock star. The photos and mail keep pouring in.
She stood out in the crowd. How often do you see a girl with a Hula-Hoop at a hip-hop show or any bar?
It started out small. It was the 1980s. A newly discovered disease was spreading at an alarming pace..