If you spend most of 25 cent wing nights bragging to your friends about how many wings you shoved down your gullet, then you need to hit up The Habitat in Greenpoint tomorrow night. They’re having their third annual wing eating contest. The winner will walk away with $100 and

The single thing I hate the most about New York is cab drivers who honk and slow down to pull over when they see me walking alone at night, like it wasn’t my choice to walk. If there is one thing anyone can learn about the real New York from

If you’re anything like me, you bought an iPod or MP3 player because you were sick of carrying CDs everywhere. Also, you probably decided that some albums weren’t worth converting to a digital format, and abandoned the albums you kept around for theme parties, guilty pleasure and attacks of nostalgia

Random statues are my favorite thing in any city. I just love seeing the people and objects that people decided to cast in bronze and display in public. In New York, my favorite is probably the Alice in Wonderland statue in central park, followed by the Hans Christian Andersen statue.

I took a belly dance class in college, mainly because of my professor’s insistence and partially because of my love of shiny fabric. I was terrified at first, the only dance I’d taken was jazz in the seventh grade. My fears were assuaged after the first class. Contrary to the

I keep a book called How to Write Erotica on my shelf next to my other reference books about grammar and proper citation rules, because the glossary is a never-ending source of knowledge. Like, did you know that three or more people constitute an orgy? Or that a House of

There’s an endless list of things you can do at the High Line: stare at plants, stare off into the skyline, play “count the security guards,” look for naked people in the windows of the Standard Hotel, shove your face with food from Chelsea Market, take a nap on a