This past Sunday I ran into one of my favorite beauty people at the West End SoulCycle in DC -- Carl Ray, celebrity makeup artist and the man responsible for Michelle Obama's always perfect makeup.

Okay. There's Fred & Ginger. Sonny & Cher. Beyonce & Jay-Z. And then there's Bennett & Gaga. A match made in jazz heaven. Let's face it. We're dragging and sagging under heavy headlines. We all need a quick escape from global gloom, and I don't mean Soul Cycle.

'Let's go to spin class together, mom! There's a new Soul Cycle that opened in Westport.' How could I resist my darling 29-year-old son's request? I'm an empty-nester, after all, and we don't get to spend much one-on-one time together.

(Reuters) - Sweatworking, the growing practice of meeting clients for a walk, a run or a fitness class, is elbowing networking out of bars and restaurants and into boutique fitness studios.

It's a '90s nightclub, an '80s aerobics video, a self-help convention and a liturgy. It's a mass of steam pipe-sweaty believers all moving in primal groupishness -- forward, back, left, right, always on the beat, always on the beat, always on the beat.