The Museum of Sex

There is a line out the door, down the street and past a strategically placed pretzel vendor. The crowd is nattily dressed, a little giddy, pressed close together against the cold, under the scaffolding above the side of the building. Two forty-ish women giggle with each other, excited and a bit wary. All business, I bypass the crowd and head in past the doormen. The entry is glossy looking – very white with well designed branding in black and... Read More