We’re super excited over here at BAS to bring this giveaway to you. You can win TWO FREE tickets to see hilarious Brian Posehn at his Saturday, September 13, 2014 show @ Knitting Factory in Brooklyn! Or, you can pay the moderate sum of $22 and it would still be

Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl on the N-Judah” who was reading Eat Pray Love on your commute to the FiDi. Or hit up

Last week, I read a thoughtful article on this site by Jamal Frederick entitled “Tipping While Black- The Struggles of a Black Barman.” I encourage you to read it. It offers keen insight into the racial attitudes and discrepancies characteristic of tipped service work. It also reinforced the strong opinions

There are grown people in this world who won’t know how to separate colors when washing clothes.  There are people who cannot hand wash dishes without leaving food caked on the edges of plates and glasses. As a broke-ass writer and avid traveler, I started realizing that my domestic skills

There have been a lot of articles on the date rape nail polish. Yes, it was very innovative of these students at North Carolina State University to develop Undercover Colors.

Friday Mrs. Skannatto + Shipwrecks Play Brooklyn Knitting Factory Did you not win tickets to our giveaway? No worries. It’s only $10 ($12 at the door) to catch this amazing night of ska-rock at Brooklyn’s Knitting Factory. The show begins at 8pm. Also, the Yonatan Gat Band will play the

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.

When I come home from whatever it is I do during the day, my roommate’s clumsy and rambunctious mutt, Yoda, faithfully greets me with an ear-shattering bark and two front paws jammed directly into my crotch. Living with a stinking and psychotically energetic dog, in a small apartment, is not