I am two months behind on everything in my life lately, except for my period. (Thank goodness for that!) On a practical level, this means that only last night did I begin reading my June 28 copy of Time Out New York. I probably would not have bothered at all except that the cover had a picture of a giant woman sort of rampaging on a City street a la those old sci fi movies, except that this giantess was modern and thus carrying an appropriately-sized, exceptionally large cell phone. The eye rolling that resulted from the headline, “Attack of the Single Women!: They’re taking over the city – but do they want it? 50 soloists peak out,” was so severe it is amazing that I didn’t wind up with bloodshot peepers.