Men can blow dry hair and wear makeup just like women can. There has been progress for makeup-wearing men. Will we ever reach a place when the "What, men are doing this, too?" trend story can retire?
One of the most interesting details from the Washington Post's steller tick-tock of the F.B.I. investigation into the Boston Marathon bombings has to be the reason they decided to release the photos of Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev: to fend off Reddit and the New York Post.
What is the gift you can give to someone who has everything, including insomnia? The gift of sleep, of course. But it won't be cheap.
Poor vermouth. It's long been "confined to dusty bottles in the depths of the liquor cabinet," ignored for its own merit, and only considered delicious when paired with others (like vodka, or gin). But times have changed.
The New York Post and the New York Daily News compete to out-do one another with splashy covers daily and, on some rare occasions, they both produce winners. This weekend is one of those times, because they both skewered yesterday's crazy NRA speech.
The first question to ask oneself, right now, is "Am I a Christmas tree type of person?" If you are, read on! If you're not, read on, too, because you may find yourself becoming one.
This story is not just a story about a man and the person who pushed him to his death on the tracks of the subway. There are reverberations from that tragic incident that will continue to run through our minds for days, weeks, and maybe months.
R.Umar Abbasi, the man who snapped The Post's controversial Tuesday cover, is suddenly starting to open up about it a lot more.
If you want an explanation from R. Umar Abbassi — why he didn't lend a hand, say — you're going to have to pay him, as CNN found out Tuesday evening.
The Internet's response seems to be that the photographer should have been attempting to help the victim. Is it really that black-and-white, though?
There's one big question about today's intense cover of the New York Post: Why didn't anyone help him?
Parents are paying tutors to do their precious offspring's work for them! Clearly, this is against the rules. But it's happening anyway.
Discriminating boozehounds are [figuratively] battling it out at the great cornucopia of booze (i.e., liquor stores) for the last remaining bottles of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in New York City.
Gone are the days when you'd ask that nice neighborhood guy or gal to come over and watch the kiddos for a few hours while you jetted off to do errands and get your hair done.
As many of us transition back to our sort-of normal post-hurricane lives, there is reflection upon what we learned, not just about natural disasters and helping others in a time of need, but also about hurricane weight gain and ... hurricane love.
Occasionally, the headline writers for the New York Post and the New York Daily News are presented a story that will challenge their pun-making skills and gives them an opportunity to try and out do each other. The Petraeus affair has them both in rare form.
It wasn't very difficult to figure out, but New York City's tabloids figured out that yesterday's nor' easter was really just the worst. And one of them figured throwing some breasts at you might make you stop complaining and feel better.
As the New York City area (and beyond) attempts to recover from one of the most massive, damaging storms in our history, we get a story in the New York Post that changes everything. Or, nothing, in that it confirms what we had suspected about a certain set of people who will stop at nothing to get their Starbucks.
As we grow old and grey on the Internet, one thing will remain the same. There will always be trend stories about ladies' hair, whether it's about bangs, or lack of bangs, or partial Caesar-type bangs, or short new gamine cuts (how French!), or updos, or long-dos, or color (ombre, remember ombre?).
Every so often we get one of those articles about how someone more frugal than your average frugal person is living off the land on the cheap, surviving on stuff discovered in Dumpsters and other people's trash. But they have limits, these people do.
It's the third day of coverage in the New York Post for Larry Greenfield, the multi-millionaire who said that the six matchmaker services to whom he'd paid $65,000 hadn't done a good enough job in the last 12 years and 250 women to set him up with the girl of his dreams.
This week's love lesson comes by way of the New York Post, where much ink has been dedicated to the relationship travails of Larry Greenfield, 47, a retired Long Island securities trader who has spent more than $65,000 on six different matchmaking services in 12 years.
According to the New York Post's Dana Schuster, "Waiting up to three hours for a table—then bragging about it on social media—is NYC’s hot new dining trend." Oh, is it?
Ah, what is a freelancer to do about love, given all the working from home alone in a state of barely dressed disarray he or she tends to do—meaning that said freelancer doesn't see anyone other than, maybe, a food delivery person or his or her own cat, on a regular basis? The answer is coffee.
We predicted this. Or, at least, we predicted the impending backlash to our nation's growing obsession with yogurt—Greek yogurt, specifically. Now there's a New York Post trend story on the subject. Backlash machine, activate!
Today Doree Lewak takes on prenups in the New York Post, and they are crazy! It says it right there in the article headline, "New York's craziest prenups." So it's gotta be good. What are they? How nuts, exactly? And what does it mean?
The New York Post's esteemed columnist, social reporter, and seer of things Cindy Adams, recently went on a stroll around her Manhattan neighborhood and decided to write about what she saw. And boy did she see things!
Little did Betty Smith know that her novel about Irish immigrants living in Williamsburg would go on to inspire hundreds of articles that have nothing to do with her book at all, like this story in the New York Post headlined: "A tree (pose) grows in Brooklyn."
Earlier this month, an issue of Chicago Reader's Mike Sula proclaimed that the meat of the climbing, scurrying, nut-eating mammals that urbanites encounter daily was the "Chicken of the Trees." Well, New York City has squirrels, too.
Your best-kept dating secrets are not so secret after all. According to Ellen McLaughlin's recent sociological study in the New York Post, the waitstaff and bartenders and managers at any number of New York City restaurants and bars (and then some) are on to your techniques.
With a résumé littered with no-name or uncredited parts, failed actor Vivek Shah has finally become famous now that he'll be known as the the guy who tried to extort millions from Harvey Weinstein in an elaborate, kind of scary plot.
Recently, we learned that just about the worst thing a person could ever do in a bar is to—I don't even want to say it—order that foul concoction, the mojito. Whatever to drink instead?
One of the most immediate reactions to the announcement that Paul Ryan would be Mitt Romney's V.P. was the ensuing debate over whether he was hot or not. Today, The New York Post's Andrea Peyser has a column on our dirty little habits.
Because it's August and because the New York Post loves a double entendre, we get a special gift today: The cover of today's issue, "Buzz Kill" refers to a troubling situation in New York City lifestyle politics. The people demand vibrators!
The New York Post is staying on the story of Mindy Meyer, the 22-year-old Brooklyn who's running for New York state senate, as inspired by Kim Kardashian, Rudy Guiliani, and Legally Blonde's Elle Woods.
It's not really summer if you're not complaining about ice cream. How could something so reminiscent of our innocent childhoods, so cold and so sweet, turn so foul?
Allegedly, the latest "technique" demonstrated by women seeking men to date is to hop onto commuter trains and head for more fertile ground in the land of the cul-de-sac.
The New York Post follows Anthony Weiner's pro-family People photo shoot and interview with a front page today warning of "Operation Comeback!" Should we be so warned?
You know a story is a perfect tabloid story when you get not only an "exclusive" New York Post news story about it but also a dedicated rant from Andrea Peyser on the topic. Today, we get both, about a woman and her shoes.
The New York Post is not a fan of John Edwards. And Rielle Hunter's new book, What Really Happened, which is out June 26, is getting plenty of attention from the tabloid because of that.
As of Monday, The New York Post will cost $1 on weekdays. How many Post covers and headlines stand up to the dollar test so far this year?
We're starting to wonder...what Fifty Shades of Grey-related story—trend piece, reported article, interview, spin-off book—has yet to be written?
It was nearly a year ago that Anthony Weiner resigned from his Congressional seat after being busted in a sexting scandal. But The New York Post is not done with him yet.
The story about an escaped monkey wreaking havoc on a plane at JFK provides an object lesson in why SEO is ruining news.
There's a made-for-the-tabs story on the covers of the New York Post and New York Daily News today, and ostensibly, it's about breasts. But really, it's about much more than that.
Wednesday's cover of the New York Daily News is kind of a big one, a first-person confession from a woman who claims to have dated and slept with Secret Service Agent Arthur Huntington well before his scandalous encounter with that Colombian prostitute. Oh, and she is not his wife.
The New York Post and the Daily News devote their front pages to the story of Michael Pena, who was sentenced to 75 years to life in prison yesterday on three counts of predatory sexual assault.
To assume that an entire nation of parents is great is as silly as assuming that an entire set of people born in under one birth sign are exactly the same. But that hasn't stopped the ongoing "Where is it better to be a mom?" debate.
Perhaps the Daily News is taking seriously those allegations that they've gone soft. Maybe there really is a so-called "WAR!"on with the New York Post.
Poor misguided "dating spreadsheet guy" of last week has another moment in the New York Post, this time from Andrea Peyser, our new favorite dating columnist, who's not only full of advice but also so effervescently positive.
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