“I hate shaving. But I have to do it because I’ve promised two of my co-workers I will wear makeup for one whole work week.”
“I set out to try to follow an outdated tourist guide around the city that I’ve called home for the last seven years.”
Numerous women have already done better takedowns of ‘food for women than I could have. But could they run this stuff — and nothing but this stuff — through a man’s digestive system for two straight weeks? Of course not. That’s where I came in.
“Fifty-nine foods are immortalized as emoji. Can someone eat only their real-life counterparts—and survive?”
“Twenty-three hotel floors above the gritty neon splendor of downtown Las Vegas, I am nearing the end of a bewildering travel experiment: For the past five days, I have been watching the Travel Channel for the entirety of my waking hours, without ever changing the station or (save a few key occasions) leaving my hotel […]
“For the next week, I will subsist almost entirely on a diet of state-controlled Russian television, piped in from three Apple laptops onto three 55-inch Samsung monitors in a room at the Four Seasons Hotel in Manhattan.”
“I really shouldn’t have to write this article myself. I mean, why am I the one stuck in front of a computer terminal? All this tedious pecking out of words on my laptop. Nouns, verbs, adjectives, prepositions. Jesus. What a pain in my ass. Can’t someone else do it?”
“Like most American males, my single most cherished fantasy has long been to spend an entire day in the shoes, in the skin, nay, in the psyche of Mickey Rourke.”