WET Productions was founded in 1999 by Sasha Eden and Victoria Pettibone.  WET is dedicated to developing new material for the theater, film and TV written by women,  producing premiere theatrical productions written by female playwrights, producing live events that promote celebrated female artists; and the creation & production of

If you’re like me no past-time is dearer to your heart than breaking down and analyzing pop culture minutiae from days of yore. One day Anna G. and I were reminiscing about the TV show The Hogan Family, (which nobody should remember in the first place).  Up for discussion was

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

It wasn’t until about 2005 or so, deep in the throes of the SECOND Bush  administrations warmongering and muckery that “The 90s” began to have a discernible feel and quality.  We had gotten enough of a distance away from living in them that we could see them from a subjectively

Once upon a time, not long ago , a group of avaricious sales directors over at Colt 45  heard tell of a place called Williamsburg. After snatching a skinny-jean-ed young man from the L train platform they forced him to reveal his secrets about the land beyond The River. Delightedly

So I found out that there’s a free screening of the hilarious, awesome Grandma’s Boy tonight in NYC.  My plan was to enlighten each and everyone one of you with the time and location but guess what? The site that I learned about it from CHARGES MONEY to give you

Bikers piss me off.  Not all bikers of course, but the smug, self-satisfied bikers that seem to take over the city streets, going against traffic when they feel like it, sneering at drivers and pedestrians alike and wearing their “One Less Car”  T-shirts with an air of pomposity usually reserved

This post is for the truly Broke-Ass.  The ones who are broke because they have no income, and have no income because they have no job.  You’ve felt alone, lo these many nights. Sending resume after cover letter after desperate plea into the cyber-abyss of Craigslist, monster.com and idealist.org. and

“No more wire hangers!!” Whether you’ve seen it a dozen or not at all, Pabst Blue Ribbon’s  sponsored “Monday Movie Madness” may be the best opportunity ever to watch Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Frank Perry’s Mommie Dearest.  Starting at 8 PM at the redundantly named Lounge Bar on Bowery,