'To Kylie's fans: This morning, a drafted article was inadvertently posted for a short period of time on Kylie's app.
At a monumental farewell speech at the dinner in 2000, it was time for President Bill Clinton to put on a show himself that many would remember.
Few places are less conducive to erotic optimism than the packed waiting room of a public health clinic in Brooklyn. Though she had spent the ensuing months hooking up with various acquaintances, her hopes were set on long-term monogamy.
Sitting on a hard plastic chair under a fluorescent buzz as an employee lectures on proper condom use—a catechism you know by heart yet sometimes fail to heed—you may conclude, as Emily Witt did, that the time has come to change your life. Just before Valentine’s Day, Witt had slept with a friend. A few weeks later, he called to report that he might have chlamydia. “I still envisioned my sexual experience eventually reaching a terminus, like a monorail gliding to a stop at Epcot Center,” Witt writes in “Future Sex” (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), her gutsy first book.
"Now, I know lately I haven't done a very good job at creating controversy, and I'm sorry for that.
You all have so much less to report," Clinton said.