Holy crap. I turned off my computer and went to
Bikram Yoga on the Lower East Side on Friday afternoon just a little too soon. While I was sweating out the toxins of the work week, the
New York Observer was breaking the news that Barbara Corcoran had
quit the real estate biz to go into television. This is big, people.
This. Is. Big. Even
Gawker was left momentarily snark-less: “We don’t even have a joke for this.” It’s the equivalent of the shoeshine boy giving you a stock tip on
Oct. 23, 1929. The doyen of upscale real estate has left the luxury condo building.
Holy crap. I turned off my computer and went to Bikram Yoga on the Lower East Side on Friday afternoon just a little too soon. While I was sweating out the toxins of the work week, the New York Observer was breaking the news that Barbara Corcoran had quit the real estate biz to go into television. This is big, people. This. Is. Big. Even Gawker was left momentarily snark-less: “We don’t even have a joke for this.” It’s the equivalent of the shoeshine boy giving you a stock tip on 
