Stephanie Georgopulos

Come back to the future, Marty McFly.

While the camp and cheese that was a Sex and the City (and Carrie) staple worked in the late 90s and early 2000s, it feels a little too optimistic and corny in 2013.

When I was 10, Martin Luther King Day became the day my grandma died.

I’m sorry, but using the word ‘privilege’ to describe everyone who doesn’t have a problem that specifically validates your own personal agenda is insulting.

This isn’t a story about my lies; it’s a story about someone else’s.

This is a letter from British food critic Giles Coren to his editors, who tinkered with the last sentence of one of his articles.

I asked if he would come back upstairs to kiss me at midnight and he said yes. I asked if he would sleep next to me and he said no.

But on this particular night, my brother was not home and this was how I liked him best, not just because there was no one around to argue with but because I could read his journals.

We found a Russian or a Polish or an Irish restaurant that moonlighted as a pub and it was empty so we made it ours.

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it’s a relationship.

There are only so many episodes of Law and Order: SVU a girl can watch before she starts going a little stir crazy.

Unlike 70% of would-be great TV shows, Gossip Girl knew what its audience wanted.