By: Hannah Harkness Bingo is a game associated with senior citizens looking to pass time, a rainy day activity at summer camp, a cop out substitute teacher lesson plan or just another fun way to slake your gambling addiction. I don’t gamble, and I don’t have the patience to sit
Not that long ago, I wrote a post for this very website which chronicled my experience as a sun-kissed, burrito-fed Californian living for three years in NYC. Soft of heart and fake blonder of hair, I bemoaned New York’s frigid winters, sleazy one-upping “networkers,” and lack of publicly-placed recycling bins.
A wise man once said, “Mo’ money, mo’ problems.” However, if you’re reading this, it may pain you slightly to not be in 100% agreement. Don’t sweat it. Snap out of that funk, little chipmunk! You can still live like a (semi) normal person, just use these handy alternatives
Admission into NYC’s MoMa is certainly pricey– at $25 general admission, you basically have to brave the horrendous crowds on the monthly free day– or dig up your student ID from ten years ago and try to pass as an 18 year old– to catch a break. Wouldn’t a FREE
New York City is full of big name art institutions – the Met, MoMA, the Guggenheim – but, it pays (or saves) to check out smaller gems like the Rubin Museum. Dedicated to historical and contemporary Himalayan and Buddhist art, the Rubin is a nice little retreat from the fast
I know you’re probably having your third serving of ramen this week and laughing at the title of this article because your broke-ass and “museum membership” don’t belong in the same goddamn sentence. I thought the same thing. My friend was like, “oh, I’m a member” and I wanted to slap
I love New York. I will never wear one of the t-shirts, but I post on this site multiple times a week to shout about the reasons why I think this city kicks ass. Despite my infatuation with it, it’s a tricky place to be when you’re in a mopey