Oftentimes, in the midst of broke-assitude, we find ourselves in a living situation that involves more than one person per bathroom and sinkfuls of dishes that “someone else” used but no one will fess up to. Most normal and reasonable human beings will have no problem adjusting to life under

Guys its once again time for this blogs very favorite regularly occurring comedy show. We love it for a lot of reasons and it’s the only thing that can drag us into the smoky recesses of that hookah place on 1st avenue. This week, sweetening the already-pretty-sweet pot is Matt

Once upon a time, I thought only bad things happened on Muni, like catching the herpes or sustaining a stab wound to the hamstring.  Then I found Muni Diaries, an awesome site created for readers and riders to share Muni-related stories.  There I discovered something surprising:  NOT ALL MUNI STORIES

It’s no secret to anyone who knows me: I love Queen Latifah.  (See last week’s post, doye.) Not in the sick, sordid sexual way that I love Natasha Khan, but in the sweet tender, pal-like way that you love your favorite college professor or your friend’s mom.  I even started

When you’re newly single, have witnessed not one but two hobo-jack-offs within 4 hours, just got an awesome haircut and are meeting up with your best friend after a mutually miserable day at work, you just want to fucking chill and relax. Such was my story this very evening when,

I recently watched an episode of “Antiques Roadshow” where an interesting object came up for appraisal.  My husband declared it a “piece of crap that wasn’t worth anything.”  I countered by claiming that it was, in fact, an ancient Egyptian canopic jar worth a lot of money.  When the words

I know what you’re thinking: That movie with Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore looked really bad! But don’t take that out on our San Francisco Bay City Bombers (did you know they’re the defending world champions?) because just looking at their website gets me fired up for a good round

Tomorrow is Earth Day. If you wanna get one with nature, there are trees you can hug in Central Park, Prospect Park, smaller neighborhood parks, or just on the street. Though it’s a little difficult to wrap your arms around the saplings that line most NYC blocks. If you’d rather