"I have to get married soon, or my dad is going to kill me," said 31-year-old Jessica Belzer, a No. 169 sticker hanging precariously from her angora sweater. "So getting on The Bachelor could save my life!"

After three straight disappointments, New York's original Lit Girl is back with a ballyhooed new novel, A Certain Age, a sad, skillful tale of nineties New York. She told you she could do it.

O. Aldon James Jr., the eccentric president of the National Arts Club, wants to convert Gramercy Park into a public Garden of Eden. But some neighbors think he's the snake.

Synergy Spa is "All about the A-list bonding with product," says its hostess. But where's the A-list?

Has Jay-Z—one of the best rappers of his generation—really forsaken art for commerce?

The city's single women knew we could do everything men could, even in our Jimmy Choos. But while we were busy with business, bars, and Barneys, did we miss out on motherhood? For the Sex and the City generation, it looks like the rules of the game have changed.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

The four NYU students who’ve jumped to their deaths grimly illustrate new research: Suicide can be a fad.

Exercise trends come and go, but after 2,200 years, yoga is more popular than ever. Pick a class and liberate yourself from the illusion of fitness.

With Martha Stewart in jail, the company’s face is a woman who looks a lot like her—former ABC Entertainment chief Susan Lyne. Her strategy? Put Martha Stewart back in the center of the gospels, and wait for the resurrection.