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The media frenzy around anorexia and bulimia in the 1990s ignored prevalence of eating disorders in communities of color.
Fully titled "We Don't Want Your Tiny Hands, Anywhere Near Our Underpants."
"Butch girls don’t get enough love in the media and they really, really should."
Natalie Cole often told me that she liked to sing "with a smile in my voice." Not long before she died, she mentioned what she wanted her epitaph to be. She captured herself with impressive economy: "Natalie Cole: the daughter of a king, the mother of a prince, a friend to all."
One of the great privileges about covering culture in New York is the constant opportunity for discovery. Stacey Kent is a Grammy-nominated jazz singer with more than twenty years experience, but I heard her for the first time the other week when she took the stage at Birdland.
Last week's "American Horror Story: Freak Show" provided the first taste of musical covers to come. Elsa Mars, played by
Fiona Apple's first new song since 2012 (not recorded for a Chipotle campaign about factory farming, that is) is here. Titled
While the "I had a great time" message was a lovely gesture, if "Let's go out again" wasn't implied or directly stated, what was the point? Not responding to my response wouldn't leave me thinking you were a particularly good guy.