First, if you actually suspect you have contact dermatitis, stop reading. Don’t pick up a paintbrush. Seek medical attention. Thank you. But if allergic skin rashes are more of a general fear rather than an immediate threat, here is a story for you. It started with a moldy couch. Just

Because, sometimes, stupid decisions and warped logic are the essence of thriftiness: 1) Go commando. Is giving up underwear going to save you on laundry bills? No. But if you have a dangerous shopping habit, here’s one way to get rid of it: “Ooo look at those jeans… maybe I should

My neighborhood is broke-ass to a tee. Around here, we live for Free-Detergent-Tuesdays and $2 pizza. Walk down Knickerbocker with twenty one-dollar bills, and you can find a different 99c store to spend each one of them. But if you think austerity measures mean no grand displays of frivolous, transitory fun, then

The online dating profile is gone. Sad. And not at all sad. But we had some good times, that profile and me. Or at least a hell of a lot of laughs. My page was decently written. Which, by Okcupid standards, just means that my answer to “what I’m doing

Let me begin by clarifying: when I say “cheap dates”, I do not mean people. Any guy who clicked on this in hope of discovering a list of people who wear panties with easy access labels, stop reading. Go hold open some doors or reach stuff off top shelves and

Cross economic divides and magic can happen… I’m a cheapskate. So are most of my friends. But sometimes, conversations about how crazy it is that the price of the supermarket toilet roll has gone up 50c get boring. I don’t want to sell my soul to someone who’ll take me

In the last few days, I’ve stumbled across at least five articles entitled “things all twenty-somethings should know”. And I’ve hated all of them. It’s not just that they’re patronizing, or saccharine, or written by someone who is sickeningly smug in the knowledge that one day we’ll all end up