New York
Brooklyn’s Morbid Anatomy Museum Dies A Grisly Death
I know 2016 just died, but I still feel like bitching about shit dying. So hey, why not kick that horse corpse one last time! We are facing a huge bummer here in Brooklyn; forced to mourn an establishment that was both a cultural and historical tribute to death. No
Comedian You Need To Know: Bridget Everett
In every “I quit!” fantasy, there’s the part where you unleash a string of expletives at your boss, at your co-workers, and even at the intern who can never get your coffee order right (Laura). But what if you could be as profane and as in-the-face of everyone as you
5 Brooklyn Coffee Shops That Make You Want To Kill Yourself
Sometimes everyone needs a little creative push. The right atmosphere can be the difference between your biggest accomplishment or your worst failure. These Brooklyn coffee shops will be sure to make you take the plunge, providing that it’s into The East River. Lil Skips I have to give number 1
How To Actually Make America Great Again
By Mar-Li Pitcher and Lauryn Petrie Red banners wave and the exuberant crowd’s cheers of “Make America Great Again” rise to the rafters. The working-class descendants of the Mayflower feel that they have finally found their king. Xenophobia and fear fuel their rabid enthusiasm. Meanwhile, outside, homeless people are having their
The Best Drugs to Take Home for the Holidays
It’s that time of year again. You’re leaving the life you built to step back into whatever family dynamic you fled. You’re going to need something stronger than carbs to avoid becoming the worst version of your adolescent self again. Our mantras and best intentions can only get us through
How To Tell The Difference Between A Hospital And A Meat Factory
Right now, I’m lying in a hospital bed writing this from Methodist Hospital in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I’ve been admitted with pneumonia and have also been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. This facility has gorgeous marble floors, gourmet coffee, great food, a Barnes & Noble adjoined to it and even a
Death Of The Cam Girl Next Door
Web Camming To the bourgeois, the phrase conjures images of Skyping with grandma. Not competitively masturbating with a married man in what is obviously a coat closet. That is the reality that I found myself engulfed in for the better part of four years. Why? Because I’d been fired from a strip