A week of macabre and just weird holiday happenings in New York City.

Catchphrases are the new punch lines.

We were busy ticking off our pre-holiday to-do lists: power shopping (check); hunting bears in New Jersey (check); undoing a year’s worth of carefully finessed office social-climbing with one drunken rendition of “Baby Got Back” at the company karaoke party (check).

In fact, last week resounded with animosity. But come on, folks, it’s almost the holidays—let nothing you dismay!

The filming of Mel Brooks’s Broadway triumph was supposed to be a rollicking event. But sometimes even in comedy, tragedy intervenes.

Natives could take this holiday moment to step back, take stock, or better yet, get the hell out of Dodge.

ABC’s Grey’s Anatomy has built up just enough positive word of mouth to ensure that, when you finally tune in, you’ll be slightly disappointed.

While there’s never really a good week to be a white guy with Jheri curls, last week was a particularly bad one.

An innocent gift can send all kinds of messages, depending on whom you’re giving it to. The meaning of presents, unwrapped.

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