Big, galactic high-five to MyOpenBar (which I’m always ready to give) for listing tonight’s sarty (sale-party) of Wowch stuff at I Heart.   I don’t actually care about the clothes, but the Wowch seems to be a legend.  I’m not talking about whatever cultish fame he/she ( I don’t even know!)

It stands to reason that, considering the trajectory of my life, there’s a very good chance that I’m gonna be an old, broke, Jew in the future.  In fact, maybe I’ll make stickers that say, “You are old, broke and senile.”  Because of this, it’s in my best interest to help

I went to this awesome comedy night last week.  If this recap doesn’t stoke your fire you must be made out of diamonds, in which case I’ll pawn your ass.  I’d be there again tonight, but I’m learning how to bartend in Queens from a Spainard who worked in Ibiza

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Oh man do I love oysters!  Seriously, I think back to ancient times and realize that figuring out what humans could and could not eat, was probably a dismal feat of trial and error.  Like, what sad bastard, or series of sad bastards, said to themselves, “Alright, I’m gonna go around and pry open

  I didn’t see that slight incline, scuffed my foot, and stumbled upon a website that has a featured discount everyday.   The only problem is, the deal isn’t guaranteed. Other people (ugh) also have to get on board and commit to the deal, hence the name Groupon. Don’t worry though,

Inspired by this piece in Jezebel earlier this week, I decided to do a search of all my dating-related emails to see what kind of advice Gmail, the frenemy I never asked for, had to offer.  Needless to say, hilarity/horror ensued.   Here are the top 5.   1.    Some