If you can only buy yourself one treat this month/year, which, if you’re as under-employed as I am, is a sad, sad, reality– make it something practical AND whimsical. So, what was the one semi-frivolous thing I got myself this year (and maybe for the rest of my life)? A

Though I promised myself I wouldn’t utter one more word about he who I cannot bring myself to name, it’s undeniable that all the hubub around him has brought up some really interesting discussions about the things that we as a culture collectively ignore or don’t seem to care about

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

Betcha didn’t know that there’s another Rye (House) in town that ISN’T the one in Williamsburg! Rye HOUSE is, in fact, sort of near the Union Square area of Manhattan, and is one of those gastropubs. I know what you’re thinking, ohhhhh those places are so overpriced and whatnot. But

Sometimes Netflix has you pidgeonholed a little TOO well– for example, yes, I do happen to like witty workplace TV comedies. But, whenever I look under the “Romance” section, which, I’m not entirely sure why it exists– like, shouldn’t it just be under drama? Oh wait, IT ALREADY IS. And

If you give a shit about the reproductive rights of women in any way, you should go to the Rally for Women’s Health on Saturday, February 26 from 1pm to 3pm at Foley Square in Lower Manhattan. Kathleen Hanna is supposed to speak, and I heard there will be a

I happen to be one of very few fortunate people who lives right smack in the middle of the south and north Williamsburg, making the culinary delights of either side not particularly that far out of reach. It has recently come to my attention that there are not that many

We’re all familiar with the Aaron Samuels archetype in movies– the dude that has no real discernible personality but is hot and is there mainly to serve as “the guy” for the female protagonist. But, you know, he’s not a real person– which is why it’s always kind of weird

Not being a native New Yorker, or even East Coast-er, I’ve come to notice the things that don’t resemble strip malls and shirtless guys listening to Sublime/Red Hot Chili Peppers/the worst radio hits of 1995.  Especially, though, when apartments are concerned, there are some especially funny and idiosyncratic things about