Dear Neti Pot makers, I have your business.  That’s right.  This morning I took it.  You may not have noticed.  This morning I realized that I don’t NEED a Neti Pot.  This morning I realized that no one needs a Neti Pot. A little history on how it went down.

I used to think spring cleaning was a big lie created to give sitcoms and cartoons a plot line for an episode, but this week I kind of understand the concept. It’s above freezing in New York. Now I can do stuff in my apartment without hiding in my blankets.

Q: What does a Broke-Ass need more than anything? A: A vacation. Q: And what is a destination that no Broke-Ass can afford? A: The Hamptons. Ah, The Hamptons: The crème-de-la-crème of exclusive beach destinations.  The place where celebrities such as Christie Brinkley, Nathan Lane and Mr. & Mrs. J-Lo

Call me unAmerican, but I’m tired of handing over my hard-earned cash to the government so it can make my financial decisions. As a new small-business owner, this is the first year since I started working way back in the mid- to late-1990s that I haven’t received some kind of

Remember in the 90’s when coffee became a Thing? It was a tumultuous time in the culture: the heyday of Ross and Rachel, of the musical RENT! of Raising Awareness About Everything and flat-ironing the living shit out of your hair. It was also when s going to a “coffeehouse”

As I sit here on my couch I am seeing the sunlight stream into my living room.  I am so happy that spring has sprung but I am also feeling something sinister’ something dark’ something that drove me to consume half a container of frosting.  It is the dread that

Finding a roommate or someone to share a practice space with can be a veritable minefield filled with awkward moments, money mix-ups, and sociopaths. New York likes to pride itself on our weirdo population, but sometimes you just want someone who is cool and pays the rent on time.  As