I don’t know about you, but I like my social and political commentary with some rhinestones and jazz hands.  For this reason, Los Angeles-based collective My Barbarian is totally awesome.  Using theatrical performance and video installations to comment on historical dilemmas and current political crises, the trio– Malik Gaines, Jade

There’s a favorite memory amongst my friends Leyli, Marie and me– a memory about the three of us waiting on a subway platform, and being met by the putrid stinkeyes of a gaggle of stiletto-heeled, shiny-dressed bitches.  They were all gussied up (likely for a night of rubbing up against

The holidays are like a double-edged candy cane.  On one end, traveling, crazy family members, and the sheer cost of making the holidays “happen” can be total bummers.  On the other end, it’s really hard to not at love hot cocoa, cozy sweaters, and cuddling up with the people who

  I want to be bilingual, for a variety of reasons.  Personally, I don’t like feeling like such an “ugly American” when rubbing elbows with the international crew that comes along with dating a well-traveled half-Brazilian.  Being able to speak another language would make me seem more worldly in front

Fact: Mexico is much more than sombreros and margaritas.  Another fact: the country is chock full o’ some ridiculously awesome young artists.  These two statements are the subject of a new exhibition– appropriately titled, No Sombrero— opening TONIGHT at The Poetry Club in Bed-Stuy. No Sombrero is a traveling exhibition

Legendary fashion editor Diana Vreeland once said, “We all need a splash of bad taste; no taste is what I’m against.” I wholeheartedly agree with this statement– which is why I am unashamed to do things like: lick the Tapatio-drenched remnants of an exploded on-the-go burrito off of my shirt,

I haven’t broken into a run since 2002.  That was sophomore year of high school, when I used to get in trouble in P.E. class for leisurely bicep-curling five pound weights and gossiping with hoodrat girls who called me “Tasty Vanilla,” when I should have been pumping iron.  But, alas,

Hey there, U.S. History Nerd in the house.  I love me some Vietnam War, some Great Depression, some Boss Tweed (you know, not like actual wars and economic meltdowns and gangsters, but learning about them and stuff).  I know there are other nerdbombers out there, which is why I’m going