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On New Year’s eve, a wave of sleet threatened to turn a densely packed Times Square into a particularly accurate facsimile of hell frozen over, with Mariah Carey’s performance providing the Luciferian soundtrack.

A system-wide transit strike, coinciding appropriately with the darkest day of the year, produced massive inconvenience, economic losses, and countless media tales of New Yorkers’ resilience.

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

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!

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

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

Democratic Party leaders absorbed the important lesson that, in a political campaign, money trumps salsa.

Thankfully the week provided a few nonpartisan, non-apocalyptic distractions, at least for those New Yorkers not fretting about their star rating in the Michelin guide.

Despite a peculiar—but pleasant—“maple syrup” smell that enveloped lower Manhattan, the city’s attention remained fixated on leaks, reversals, and disclosures.