Ah, the lies we tell ourselves.That teeny bowl of pistachio ice cream won’t wreck our diet.The guy/gal who didn’t call back after that great date: he must have died. We will clean out the storage unit that’s costing 200 hard earned bucks a month. Next month.And then there’s the biggest whopper of all: that the very rich are unhappy, because, as we’ve been told...

When Did Everything Change? Some say it was the Vietnam War, when we stopped believing a single word our government said, including “and” and “the.” Maybe it was when we started calling love affairs “relationships,” thereby sanitizing the romance right out of our sex lives. Or was it the rise of political correctness, when suddenly absolutely anything you said about...

No, this is not about your former marriages, your futile attempts to become a grand master of chess, or that souffle that fell flat. It’s an actual museum about . . . failures. Called, with Scandinavian clarity, The Museum of Failures, and it’s here in New York City for a limited time.As per its website, the museum is a collection of famous, infamous, and...

An Open Letter to Eric Adams Dear Mr. Mayor:I have a quick and easy way to make you a really popular mayor—and  a hero to citizens citywide who fear for their lives:Make me the Official Commissioner Of Bicycle Safety Enforcement. . . AKA: THE BIKE BITCH.You see, your honor, I live on East 22nd Street, and I’m mad as hell about cyclists speeding, going the wrong way,...

Are you an addictive personality? Can’t live without your morning coffee, your martini at 6, or the latest episode of Succession? Have I got a game for you: the SPELLING BEE in the New York Times. Those of you who are new to this, don’t be fooled by the cute little logo. This little innocuous looking puzzle can be, if taken to extremes, dangerous to your...