Posted by Jennifer Miranda, Associate Editor
Summer has finally arrived in New York City, and, frankly, maybe we were better off without it! It's humid and muggy and damp, which makes for a less than fresh ride on a cramped subway car—not to mention the pile of frizz on top of my head (think Monica in that episode of Friends).
Do you hate the humidity as much as I do? If so, maybe a cold-weather honeymoon is in order. Everyone always talks about hitting the beach in Hawaii or Mexico with their new hubbies—and don't get me wrong, I love all those places, too, so long as I'm equipped with a killer ponytail—but I'm wondering if anyone is trekking out to, say, Nepal. Or skiing the French Alps this winter. Or cruising through Antarctica. Now, I know marshmallowy puffy coats don't scream sexy the way a slinky slip dress does, but there's got to be someone out there who finds snuggling by the fireplace just as romantic as watching the waves crash at sunset.