Experiencing all four seasons has to be both the worst and best part of being a Californian in NYC.  Winter snow is pretty for about thirty seconds until people walk on it, and strolling around half-naked during the scorching summer is cool until you sit on a subway seat and

Enrique* could often be found leaning against other people’s parked cars, making a pouty face and checking out his own reflection in storefronts. Even though he was a hairstylist, he refused to get his hair cut at the salon he worked at, and instead paid significantly more for a greasy,

One of my good friends used to have Native American braids and dropped out of high school to work in a comic book warehouse for 8 years. He’s since cut the braids, gotten his GED, and went to Berkeley– but my joy for his eccentric comic-obsessed lifestyle is eternal. Another

If you want me to like you, you don’t have to take me out to dinner or buy me things. You don’t have to have a fancy job, or live in a trendy neighborhood. You don’t even have to dress well. Besides finding someone who can feed me, there’s just

Chelsea: a magical chunk of New York City known for its strapping gay men, glorious art galleries, the High Line, and only being accessible by the shitty ACE (consider it a fun little adventure).  This weekend, you have a chance to experience all of Chelsea’s allure at the High Line

In a lot of ways, being broke is about picking and choosing where to spend your money.  Maybe you shop your dad’s closet, but pay $13 at the independent movie theater every week.  Maybe you eat $2 dumplings year round, but blow your wad on cool vacations a couple of

One of the mainest of main thoroughfares in Manahattan, I mostly associate 14th Street with a convenient spot to meet someone off of the L train, a massive crowd outside of Whole Foods, or the disgusting chemical cheese smell that overpowers the entire block on which Taco Bell is located.  However,