Guest post by Clay Smith When a choir drops an album, you might expect some dull, classical numbers that’d please your grandma. What you’ll get instead from Conspiracy of Venus, a rollicking, bad-ass vocal ensemble of 30 women from San Francisco, is a collection of unique and artful arrangements of songs

James Kenna is an ambitious nerdy thirty-something with big dreams to bring like-minded people together. This would by NYC’s first dedicated geek tavern. James and his cohorts saw a gap in the market and knew just how to fill it. With Marvel’s movies and Netflix shows ganging more fans every day, more and

“Tragislasher,” is the name of the new repertory season from Spicy Witch Productions, a feminist collective which specializes in pairing classical and contemporary plays. Thomas Middleton‘s The Revenger’s Tragedy, a Jacobean revenge drama with elements of subversive social and political commentary, alternates with Bonesetter: A Tragislasher, an adaptation of Middleton’s

When I was 23, my friend and I lived in a tiny apartment in the Upper East Side where we shared an inflatable mattress and used our oven as a heater. We had a tiny TV and all we could watch was Dexter, 27 Dresses, and 500 Days of Summer.

Ah, the diner. Home of greasy spoons and dirty ass burgers. Thank God New York is full of them. Otherwise, I would never survive a hangover. Yet, thanks to all this “up and coming neighborhood shit” it’s hard to eat grease in NY without spending a small fortune. “Go home,

When it comes to pimping out your apartment on a broke-ass budget, have no fear.  You just gotta get creative as fuck. The trick is to balance your obscure oddities with all the other crap you pick up at a thrift shop for a dollar. There are loads of stores

Let’s talk about Beyoncé. People love her; people hate her. There seems to be no in between. She’s either a queen or a demon. She’s too black for some or not black enough for others. I’ve heard people call her a singing stripper, a devil worshiper , a poor role