Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Make no doubt about it I’m into men.  The smell and stubble, the hard parts, the muscles wrapped around one another like braids.  But tonight, even the fat women look hot.  I’ve seen the bulge that happens to your torso…

Explain this to me like I’m a pig-tailed 4-year-old niece, okay?  I know a 40-year-old guy–we’ll call him The Slap–who has never been married, insists on Cavalli and Versace jeans, the embroidered kind, and silicone women.  He’ll offer, in a…

You’ve just ordered us food and made me say, "Ali Babba" with a peculiar Indian accent, despite it being Turkish food.  You let me watch Uptown Girls, despite wanting to punt Dakota Fanning.  I love you, love us, love this–lamb…

This weekend, I was out in LA with the suitor and friends to celebrate my friend Smelly’s 30th birthday.  She was there for work, so we figured we’d keep her company.  When I arrived, and after standing in line for…

My friend Beth is dating an “I don’t know if” guy.  I don’t know if…he’s gay.  Here are the facts about her "tough call" guy, as she has relayed them to me over spinach artichoke dip at Houston’s:
Walking through…

Not only am I over Corner Bistro, I was never under it.  Unless you count underwhelmed.  I’d been there in the afternoon, ordered it up with a root beer.  Done.  And it was “eh,” at best. Ordered one up late…

There’s a woman in the bus seat across from me wearing a quilted long puffer coat with a folded Louis Vuitton garment bag in her lap.  At her feet stand an unmarked brown shopping bag (I presume from a sample…

j.crew just vomited all over me.  I can’t help myself; I am such a preppy girl at heart.  It reminds me of sleep away camp, cabins, and guys dressed in layers come evening.  Oars.  It also reminds me of Trading…