It is as if Esquire, circa 1985, and Seventeen, circa 1963 had a baby, and named it the New York Times. (Link SFW, but you will want to remove any forks and pens from the immediate vicinity before reading, if you value your corneas.)
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It is so hard to find a man these days in NYC.
That is sarcastic as well as true.
I suppose next week they'll come out with the obligatory article of how the chances are better for a woman over 32 to get hit by a meteorite while on the B train than to find a husband.
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