I cried for fun at NYC’s first pop-up ‘cry spa’ — then went back to work like it never happened
NY Post
If crying were a superpower, I’d be saving the world right now.
My nickname would be “Battle Bawler,” or maybe “Honey Boohoo.” I’m a crybaby.
Not a whiner. Not a drama queen or spoiled brat. Just emotional.
I weep at weddings. My eyes water re-watching that episode of “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,” when Will’s dad leaves him high and dry.
I fought back tears during America Ferrera’s “It’s literally impossible to be a woman” speech in the “Barbie” movie.
But when I went to Sob Parlour, a pop-up “cry spa” that recently hosted an event on West 71st Street — nada. No tears, no tissues needed, nothing.
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Cynthia Marie Franco was finally able to catch her breath as she frantically ran into her private spa studio in the Hollywood Hills, after finishing a lengthy facial at a top actor’s home, which backed up her tight schedule.
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It was a flashback to NYC in the 1990s.
The killing of Iran’s tyrannical Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei on Saturday in an unprecedented joint military attack by the US and Israel called Operation Epic Fury set off widespread celebrations from Iranians around the world — as President Trump said it would give them their “greatest chance” to “take back the country.” Meanwhile, in Iran, a lack of internet has made it impossible for Iranians to easily communicate daily conditions. Over a period of three days, with limited VPN connection, an eyewitness currently in Tehran — who, for her safety, is concealing her identity — shared her account of life under a country in the midst of battle with The Post’s Natasha Pearlman.
After exactly 120 years, the curtain has fallen on the Theater District institution Barbetta, with the iconic Italian restaurant having served its final course Friday night.