Maurice Sendak seems like he’d be a cool person to hang out with at his house in Connecticut with his German Shepherd, Herman, just like, drinking wine and listening to him complain about people. I can see why Spike Jonze made a documentary about him. It sounds like Sendak is

Since blizzard number two hit the city, New Yorkers have kicked into hibernation mode which usually includes more than your average amount of movie nights. Escape cabin fever and enjoy free screenings of under the radar films in a more pleasing environment than your shabby futon. Both the hipster hostel

A Big Change to This Year’s Voter Guide We’ve been doing voter guides for a really long time. I’m pretty sure we put our first one out in like 2010 or something. And I know that thousands of you rely on our voter guides to help you make decision. But

Ever since I wrote about, and subsequently went to see, the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, I’ve fallen in like with everything about that place.  I like the architecture, I like that it has cheap tickets ($5) every Thursday after 5pm, I like that it’s across the

I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some

I’m still wiping the makeup off my face as we speak to hopefully get ready for the Indie Mart and not look like a hot mess. If you’re not into super amazing parties on Sundays that include fantastic bloody marys to edge off of your hungover state, today is another

Maurice Sendak’s words never rang so true. As some of you loyal Broke-Ass readers may recall, I have two little wild things of my own.  Petunia and Marrakech.  My two fancy rats.  (If you say the word ‘œfancy’ with a British accent, it comes off much funnier, and the impact