I read New York Magazine sometimes, and yet, I live in Chicago. Some things are just beyond explanation. First it’s the NY Times, now this. Why don’t I just move? Because you are special, Chicago, and I can’t live without you and your cold, cold winters and awful public transit system and general grittiness. Oh, and your awful sports teams. I can’t get enough!
To the point: The Sex Diaries. One very good reason to read New York Magazine. That’s all.