So. You’re in New York City. You’re pregnant. And you’d like to stop being pregnant. There are a number of ways you could have gotten here, and a number of ways you could feel about it. You could be single or partnered, younger or older, someone who already has kids

This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Some places have attained an almost mythical space within their communities. When the community is made of up of avid readers, specifically ones of Arabic literature, al-Mutanabbi Street in Baghdad is a popular hangout. Quite by chance,

By: Jonas Barnes  If you’re surprised I’m writing an article about where to take the best free shits in NYC, we need to get to know one another better. If you know me, writing about taking a good free shit makes as much sense as me writing about being fat.

I will be the first to say that this particular piece is an opinion piece. It is not “fake news”. (Although as we saw on Feb 16, almost anything can conveniently be shoved into that category.) It is simply a reactionary opinion piece written directly after watching an hour and

This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Enemy In Translation: Iran American’s aren’t known for their appreciation for foreign cultures. From certain states demanding that everyone speak English, to the lack of foreign films on streaming platforms. Most American’s are definitely nationalists when

Lifetime TV, which launched some three decades ago as the “network for women”, (as in real life desperate housewives) has grown into a platform which is unafraid to tell real life stories that the major networks no longer have the guts to address. Lifetime has, on occasion, presented in-house productions

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

Val Kilmer is standing on the stage of the Clay Theater and his microphone won’t work. He slumps over, hanging his arms, the classic representation of comical dejection. From the packed house comes a feminine voice, shouting: “I’m your huckleberry!” Without missing a beat, Kilmer mimes and mouths back: “No,