It feels like 20-something New Yorkers are always on the search for something free. Whether this be a meal, an outfit, or a subscription to boxes of monthly promotional presents that no one actually wants, label something 100% off and suddenly the masses are running! Subsequently, it startles me how

OK so let’s just jump right into it, because I’m fucking bored, perpetually heartbroken this week, and just not really into anything. Usually that’s when I get my best writing done but lately all I can do is sit in bed and like, cry, or play this new-ish Simpsons game

I wouldn’t necessarily refer to myself as quirky, but I do march to the beat of my own drum. Most of the time I live in my own little world and am completely happy with it, especially when I can listen to crap music without being told otherwise. So, with

Sometimes when you are broke, there are very few ways to indulge in self-gratification. I am thinking of two in particular and I’m pretty sure you can guess what one of them is. If you guessed reading, you are right! You don’t win anything, sorry. But you do get infinite

Alright Broke-Ass Bookworm Brooklynites* you’ve been waiting all year for it, the Brooklyn Book Festival. And if you haven’t been yet, what took you so long? It’s an all day completely FREE celebration of all things literary. Noted authors come from all over to participate in talks and readings. Among

Zines are a broke-ass creative’s best friend.  They’re hella cheap to make, independently published, and– just like Pokemon cards– super fun to collect and trade ‘cause you gotta catch ‘em all.  Zines are the best, which is why I am so excited for Brooklyn College Library’s new zine section (as

Patti Smith is pretty much the quintessential New York icon. No matter how you slice it, that lady is badass. For this reason, the whole of New York City– and hip people everywhere– collectively peed their pants over her recent book about her relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids.