by Hannah Harkness Two years ago, my friend said to me “NYC is every Doomsday movie’s bitch-don’t worry about it.” This is because I told her, with conviction, that I wanted to move here before it sinks. While I love me a good disaster movie, I can’t put NYC sinking

by Xan Holbrook Little of the phony gravitas of Christopher Columbus remains nowadays. Not the first man to discover the Americas, nor the one who proved the world was round, nor a pious man, not even a man who loved the land he found… Columbus is an empty icon. More

by Kate Brunotts With the holidays in full swing, it’s time for me to find the perfect gift for my uncle I haven’t seen in a year and a half. And with my weak imagination, I’ve been two steps away from ordering a home DNA test kit.   As a personal

by Amaya Oswald Youtube sensation Shane Dawson is decorating his beauty room. A few months ago, Shane didn’t know the difference between a moisturizer and a primer, and today, as he shuffles through his eyeshadow palettes sitting on a bathroom countertop in his large Hollywood home he bought last year

by Xan Holbrook There’s a wonderful phrase that the idiot-savants at the British Army Rumour Service, or ARRSe, love to employ to describe something truly invincible. That term is squaddy proof. The thinking goes something like this: you can build something, spend billions testing it in civilian circles, and claim

by Hannah Harkness Yesterday morning on my Twitter feed, a post from user @jaynooch popped up on my feed with a familiar sight for any city with organized labor: a giant inflatable cartoon rat with festering scab wounds on its stomach.  Scabby the rat is outside of wework today so

by Xan Holbrook One recurring treat (among many) for the Bill Hicks fan is his theatrical disdain and revulsion for drug prohibition. Such a passionate hatred proved an excellent vehicle to showcase his near mastery of prose and rhetoric. In one of my favorite bits, he inverted the stifled, crusty