Hey, you know what’s not acceptable in almost any circumstance?  Breaking up with someone via email.  I mean, maybe if you’re breaking up with your Second Life wife, that’s one thing, but if you’re over the age of 15 and you’ve met the person you’re dating in real life, writing

Don’t you fucking hate it when you meet someone gorgeous, and everything seems to be going okay so far: they don’t like The Dave Matthews Band, they have a reasonably respectable job, they’re not raging lunatics as far as any of your conversations have gone, but then all of a

An exciting new spot for broke-asses has turned up on the Lower East Side. The Lounge at Dixon Place is now open for business and celebrating its upcoming grand opening with free music nights and a special party. The official grand opening on Thursday, April 8th, will feature music by

Though the title of this post is in third-person, I cannot tell a lie: That’s me and my fiance right up there, and we need your help. Ya see, about six weeks ago – the day we got engaged, in fact – we entered this little contest. We thought it

I don’t know exactly exactly at what point the Western world decided that THIS counts as an attractive teen idol, but baaaack in myyyy daaaay, (pre-Hanson, most definitely), the celebrities my friends and I had crushes on probably had at least 1-2 pubes.  Look, I know by definition that teen

As with whoever wrote about 90 Types of Bitches, likewise, I say there are a comparable amount of types of assholes.  I, however, am just going to share a a few with you here and now. Now YOU can determine what kind of an asshole you are or know in

(Pretty) Girls and Lasers, the electro duo everyone seems to be whispering about, is moving their monthly party to Happy Ending, and the LES couldn’t be more ecstatic.   The boys will be in the DJ booth all night long, starting at 10pm, and from 11-midnight, there will be an Open

I swear to god, people, I’m not making these up.  Here’s the latest from my inbox: Dear Anna, As a single gal in NYC, I’m done dealing with the pretentious shallow cakeboys of Manhattan. I love hearing about your dips in the dating pool of Brooklyn  and think you can