The Icing Is Off the Cupcake Craze
Cupcake haters, your day has come! The icing is coming off America's cupcake craze. Wring your hands in delirious pleasure and laugh, oh, laugh.
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Thursday Styles is bumping and grinding with all the vim and vigor of a sunny day. Have you heard of the latest trend in lunch, what all of the coolest office-weary kids are doing on their mid-day gruel breaks? They're. Dancing.
Cupcake haters, your day has come! The icing is coming off America's cupcake craze. Wring your hands in delirious pleasure and laugh, oh, laugh.
The best combination legal-housing-trend story of the day is surely the one about New Yorkers who have to keep their pet pigs secret.
Since August of 2012 we've been predicting that people were going to unleash a world of hate against Greek yogurt. Perhaps—and this pains me to say it, but maybe it's true—perhaps we were wrong.
Men are wearing meggings — primarily, it seems, so they can write articles about men wearing meggings. Is this an all-new low in stunt-journalism, or an unprecented high in male fashion? Are meggings even a thing? We investigate.
Can a neighborhood retain any semblance of a reputation for edge when a "contemporary pet care hub" called Ruff Club not only opens right on Avenue A in New York City's East Village, but also gets a writeup in the New York Times' Thursday Styles?
There's a piece in The New York Times today about the new-new parenting, i.e., teaching your children manners by hiring etiquette counselors instead of going the DIY route. Because why would you do it yourself?
As part of The Atlantic Wire's Year in Review, we've gathered our favorites from among all the ridiculous, kernel-of-truth in a popcorn-bowl-of-pleasure stories reported by the Times and beyond, and bestowed them with their own special awards.
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.
Guy Trebay writes of a horrifying new trend in the New York Times Thursday Styles: Woman are wearing slippers. Slippers out on the streets, in plain sight, in full view of members of the same and opposite sex!
How many baby showers can a person go to, really? Not to worry, there is a new type of baby shower in town. It is less elaborate, for second or third or fourth children: Fewer guests. Minimal decorations. A twee name of its own.
Do you like the "aesthetic of a rugged Americana lifted from a make-believe past [that] has gained dominion over swaths of New York, especially downtown Manhattan and Brooklyn"? You are a fan of Stephen Alesch and Robin Standefer.
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.
Justin Peters is my hero. Or, whomever came up with the idea to make Justin Peters try to live as many New York Times Styles section trend stories as possible—wearing a man bun, speaking in Britishisms, getting a bikini wax, blacking out a tooth to imitate a gap—that person is really my hero.
Enough people are working from home in their beds (and, no, this is not a sex scandal thing) that Sue Shellenbarger has addressed it in a piece in The Wall Street Journal. "Is clacking away on a laptop while sprawling on bed sheets more comfortable and productive than hunching over a desk?" she asks. Of course it is! Right?
Booze thrillseekers bored with the normal fare have another option, thanks be to a man named Captain Jack and whomever pickles toes. Via The Wall Street Journal, in the Yukon Territory there is a very special drink served at the Downtown Hotel's Sourdough Saloon, in Dawson City.
Remember "Très Brooklyn"? All that and those who dine upon it, it seems, may have been left in a lurch—like the rest of us—by Sandy.
It was a time of much strife, we'll be telling our grandchildren many years hence of this moment in our New York City history. It was brunch. It was ice cream. It was chicken. And then it was breakfast.
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.
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?
Not everyone can remember exactly what happened the night before, but they're pretty sure they did something. Around the nation, in towns large and small, something is afoot.
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!
Candy corn is neither beast nor fowl, neither corn nor candy. And yet, it possesses such potent favorability, in fact, at least among the people of Nabisco and Kraft Foods, that they are offering a limited-edition Oreo with a candy-corn flavored-and-colored filling
People, people, people. We realize some of you are very eager to wed one another, and that you want to do it in the right way. You know, by asking in the most visible and obvious fashion that shows the world how much you really do care. While this is a lovely gesture, you should stop.
Let no one say that hipsters are not entrepreneurial. If the new "organic" cigarette for people who ride fixies is any indication, hipsters are very much entrepreneurial indeed, and they do not want to smoke garbage.
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?
Like all memes, the animated GIF must constantly evolve or die, and from the looks of the recent GIF innovations, we may have finally reached some sort of limit of the magical, movable image.
Oui, "Très Brooklyn!" est de retour. This horrible, supposed culinary superlative first introduced by The New York Times has reared its questionable but perfectly pomaded and fedora-topped head again, this time in USA Today, which somehow makes it worse. This is not your grandparents' Brooklyn!
There's a piece in The New York Times that indicates we're in a whole new phase of preciousness about what we should allow ourselves to be exposed to on the Internet, and there's a parallel story that relates to The New York Times itself.
Think you're being cool and savvy and classy and tasteful (and minty!) when you order a mojito at a bar? You're actually ordering up a fresh and wrathful enemy in the form of your bartender.
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.
In an especially Emperor's New Clothes sort of twist, a new store in Manhattan's East Village is selling New York City tap water that they filter via a special technique back to discriminating water consumers.
As we watched Colin Powell sing "Call Me Maybe" on CBS This Morning, a little piece of us died. These trend-killers, or, as we here dub them "trenemies," must be stopped.
The phrase of the week was "très Brooklyn," from a piece by Julia Moskin in The New York Times. Except there is no "très Brooklyn," we were informed by a couple Parisians who should know. Never was, hopefully never will be.
Julia Moskin's New York Times trend piece on how artisanal food trucks are all the rage in Paris not only offends our dearly departed Artisanal, but serves to inflict a mortal wound upon Brooklyn, not to mention the entire country of France.
A story going around this week about hundreds of Harry Potter fans abandoning the pet owls they foolishly adopted provides us with opportunity to revisit an important lesson: Stop adopting animals because they looked cute in a movie!
The long-awaited moment is here: A wee totling has been birthed into this great nation!
Tuesday's New York Times offers up what seems a rather tone-deaf story on "gun fashion trends," like chinos made by Woolrich, the 182-year-old clothing company that's made "gunwear"—if not, perhaps, fashionable gunwear like today's gunwear—for more than a century.
In a bit of a flip, The New York Times decided today that being bald, shaving your head is now a hot men's trend and goes through the pros and cons of going smooth. The biggest con, of course, is that If you go bald, there are so many Style section-approved hair trends you'll miss out on.
There is a question tugging at the hearts and minds of all stylish humans: How to re-live an epic tragedy in the fashion to which you have grown accustomed?
It's not every day that you wake up to an article in the New York Post about how powerful New Yorkers are seeking out the assistance of psychics to live better lives, but today is that day.
Being a parent is hard. Being a parent in New York City, where if you don't get your kid into the right preschool or kindergarten you've pretty much ruined the kid's chance of getting into an Ivy League university and having a successful, productive life (or some seem to think), is even harder.
Happy Leap Day. Today is a day that comes around only once every four years, and traditionally, because it was so shocking to imagine a woman ever proposing to a man, today would have been the day for that sort of funny business.
Are you having a nervous breakdown? Doubtful, as "nervous breakdowns" are not a real thing.
There's a new fiction series making waves among Upper East Side moms, and it happens to be the "triple-X" Fifty Shades trilogy featuring a 27-year-old billionaire, Christian Grey, who seduces a college graduate into becoming his submissive sex slave.
It seems New Yorkers can't get comfortable in one neighborhood without being told that a new neighborhood is the neighborhood to be in. Or not to be in, as the case may be.
Are parents becoming truly insufferable, or is it simply that the media cannot resist a baby trend story?
Do you live in Brooklyn? Do you drink coffee? Do you have a baby, and does it want its own coffee, too? If so, babyccinos, not to be confused with baby chinos, are for you.
Once upon a time, the airport was where you waited to take a plane to go somewhere. Now it's a place where you can make yourself at home, and live for years, if you're so inclined.
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