This piece also appeared in The Huffington Post.
A month ago, I woke up feeling peaceful for the first time in months. I’m 29, I had just closed on my first apartment, and I was leaving a five-year relationship that, despite my dogged hopes of marriage, had become a stew pot of resentment and anger. While […]

If you’re looking for something a bit more titillating than the usual fare (e.g. law, back problems, excessive sugar consumption) check out an article I wrote for this week’s Page Six magazine. It’s about New York women who practice polyamory (no, it’s not an exotic new kind of yoga). I doubt I’ll ever delve into […]

If so, uh, thanks guys … I think.
(Note to Dad: Do not hit this link.)

It’s an idyllic Saturday afternoon and I’m sprawled on a wicker chaise in Westchester, having tagged along with a friend on house-sitting detail. It’s easy to get nostalgic for an actual house — a foreign novelty after months spent condensing your existence into a New York-scaled diorama. We shrink and compartmentalize to fit inside apartment […]

“Codependent” is a funny word. We use it as an insult, tossing it out to mean neediness, instability, clingy desperation and other forms of “pathetic” behavior. “I had to dump her. She was driving me nuts — wanted to hang out all the time, see me every night, talk about everything in our lives — […]

“Hey, M!” Boyfriend calls from the shower. “I’m out of soap!”
“Why don’t you just use mine?” I yell back through a mouthful of Mini Wheats.
“That’s not soap. It’s that gel stuff.”
“Oh right, and your manly pheromones will be damaged beyond repair if you subject them to my Peach Wisteria shower gel.”
“I just need soap. […]

“So tell us about your boyfriend. How did you two meet?”
I’m sitting by a tepid river at Singapore’s only “American Style” microbrewery. Around me perch four American women, all of whom are happy to start their late-afternoons with some solid drinking. Around us, men in the universal business casual uniform - tailored black or […]

It’s a cloudy Sunday morning, and I’m sitting with Boyfriend at a tense Sunday brunch. We pick at our $13 pancakes and $12 eggs (serves us right for eating in Tribeca), while staring at Blackberry screens and stack of printouts, both immersed in our lists of immediate tasks that need to be accomplished so we […]

Who knew that writing about ass grabbing and street catcalling would illicit such a flood of responses? Thanks to the slew of men who’ve written in with 5-paragraph essays on the topic - they’ve been enlightening, to say the least. Here are a couple great ones:
Ms. Lafsky,
As I’m sure you know already from what you […]

I’ve never really gotten the whole men-catcalling-on-the-street phenomenon. It seems like men have honed the art of ogling and hooting to a science, perfecting timing and peripheral vision so they can stop on a dime, drop whatever they’re doing and stare like hyenas eyeing the baby zebra falling behind the herd. Sure, I understand the […]