One of the biggest disconnects on Wall Street today is between the way Goldman Sachs sees itself (they’re the smartest) and the way everyone else sees Goldman (they’re the smartest, greediest, and most dangerous).
One recent sultry afternoon, inside the Bridgewater Commons mall, in central New Jersey, across from The Limited, down the hall from a Starbucks, next door to the Colorado Pen Company, and just below Everything Yogurt, a woman named Glenda Parker was making a priceless family heirloom for a young couple and their kid.
One day in July 2001, Larry Page decided to fire Google’s project managers. All of them.It was just five years since Page, then a 22-year-old graduate student at Stanford, was struck in the middle of the night with a vision.
Like so many accidental entrepreneurs, Sara Blakely just wanted to solve a personal problem. She loved to wear tight-fitting pants with sandals but couldn’t find the right undergarment to give her a smooth derriere.
You might think Monica Lewinsky wouldn't want anyone to know where she lives. But if you happened to make your way to her West Village brick behemoth of a building, gain the elevator without arousing the suspicion of the surly gray-suited concierges, and ride it to a high floor -- but not the top -- you'd find a piece of construction paper taped on one apartment door.
How does it feel to be America’s premier blow-job queen?”It was early 2001. I was sitting on the stage of New York’s Cooper Union in the middle of taping a Q&A for an HBO documentary. I was the subject. And I was thunderstruck.
In June 2001, under a cloud-streaked sky, Rebecca Gomperts set out from the Dutch port of Scheveningen in a rented 110-foot ship bound for Ireland. Lashed to the deck was a shipping container, freshly painted light blue and stocked with packets of mifepristone (which used to be called RU-486) and misoprostol.
In the summer of 1998, the city's highly publicized crackdown on the sex-shop industry seemed destined to be a cornerstone of Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani's quality-of-life legacy.
At first, Ross Franklin didn’t notice that Wellesley College women were stalking him. They would bump into him as if by accident as he came out of his classes and casually strike up conversations.