“Six months ago, I was hired to work for the New York Times. Ever since then, I’ve struggled to feel like I really deserved the job. Would dressing like I was the most formidable character on Empire help?”
“Other than that, I had a perfectly pleasant first LSD experience, one made only slightly less pleasant by my attempts to recreate Dock Ellis’s acid-addled June 12, 1970, no-hitter on the Xbox version of MLB2K11.”
“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“I set out to try to follow an outdated tourist guide around the city that I’ve called home for the last seven years.”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.”