Summer is coming, and your alliance to a preferred sweet treat of choice for a sweltering day will be put to the test. I’m partial to ice cream, especially if I run into a Mister Softie truck and have a few dollars in my pocket. Others flock to Italian ice stands, a seasonal staple that disappears as soon as a chill…
Earlier today, we received an email from a distressed reader who—feeling the encroachment of beach season—is desperate to find a new one-piece swimsuit and is having no luck. Let’s change that.
Summer vacation, age 11. My neighbor’s mom is driving my friend and her sisters to a tiny amusement park in our town next to a Putt-Putt and a little merry-go-round. I have a UTI from bubble-bath and can barely move; I spend the afternoon on a brown recliner in my mom’s dark basement, chugging cranberry juice,…
This has been a lame and dismal summer, no doubt, in terms of overall news, but also in terms of the box office. The movie business took a record hit in what’s projected to be the worst summer box office in more than a decade.
For most of my many summers living in New York City, I never went to the beach. Year after year, I’d see photos of my friends spending their weekend afternoons schlepping to Riis beach or the Rockaways and feel not even the slightest pang of jealousy.
The summer bucket list is a well-traveled genre, and one particularly suited to the expression of one’s most intimate dreams and aspirations. Our summer selves are a little wilder, and more daring—or so we hope—and the large swaths of unstructured time facilitate all manner of adventures. Like, for example, “[camping]…
What the hell is going on with swimsuits these days? I know the world as a whole is spiraling into a pit of nothingless bullshit, but must we be ill-outfitted in a supply of uncomfortable swimwear as the oceans rise and Utah becomes the hot new beach destination?
It’s that time of the year again where I’m getting a taste of the summer months to come. More specifically, this weekend it was 80 degrees in Los Angeles and I was reminded what it’s like to be hot as hell while simply trying to live my life. So I committed myself to immediately purchasing more dresses and rompers to…
Flying roaches could be a nuisance in New York due to this sock-funk weather we’re currently experiencing.
Monday is July 4, the moment in my personal wheel of the year when I realize summer’s already a month gone and I’d better hurry myself to a public pool once or twice, lest Labor Day roll around and I feel like I wasted the season yet again. One of the surefire shortcuts I will take in my route to vibes: regularly…
As a woman slurred in my face last weekend, “It’s the season for rosé!” Close, but not quite: it’s frosé season, pals.
Target is gearing up for summer (it’s June!) and part of that gearing up means making sure the mega-department store’s Targetinistas (made it up) are ready to hit the waves in style. First things first, we’ll need a swimsuit that perfectly matches our personality.
Meanwhile, across the pond: worries about a prosecco shortage are reaching crisis levels, as high demand forces grocery store Sainsbury’s to cancel a discount on the seasonal treat. Will summer 2016 recover?
Is it sadistic that “Good Times,” the song of the summer, is finally blessed with an official video as we enter shitty October? As a seasonal work of art, it seems to ask us to mourn all we have lost—pools, sun, fun, happiness, rooftop jams, chill vibes—in the penultimate month before winter destroys us.
According to the accompanying caption, this is a “cartoon showing a hot summer in the city resulting in everyone taking to the roofs for some breeze.” Novel idea: maybe skip the frock coat in a heat wave? But no, no, Victorian proprieties must be observed.
All this time you were worried about the water, but the sand is the real problem.
With swimsuit season finally here, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have decided to brighten your summer by releasing an important new report which confirms that yes, your gross red swimmer’s eyes are caused by the large amounts of pee in the pool and not by chlorine as previously thought.