Everyone has done it. You click on a video that someone posted on Facebook and as soon as it’s over, you click on one of the referred videos. And before you know it, you’ve just spent 3 hours looking at videos of cute puppies. We live in a wonderfully on-demand

I thought I’d do a two-parter starting this week:  One part “What does a Broke-Ass kid want?” and one part “What does a Broke-Ass Mom want?”  You know what’s so great about kids?  Up until a certain age (I’ve yet to discover at what age this changes) kids love the

Ever wanted to know exactly how a blind person lives their day-to-day life? Now you can find out by participating in the Dialog In the Dark exhibition at the South Street Seaport. Dialog In The Dark takes you through different New York City environments to experience the city just using

It seems Christmas comes earlier every year. This Saturday, December 10th, hundreds, maybe even thousand of Santas will be taking over the streets of San Francisco for the SF SantaCon. Imagine the hilly streets flooded red, as all of these Santas stumble around screaming, “Ho, ho, ho.” Many of them

Christmas and the surrounding holidays are a tough time to be a broke-ass. There are parties, drinks, gifts, cookies and stockings and Secret Santas and White Elephants and egg nog and bells, oh my! It is, after all, called the season of giving not the season of thoughtful free hugs

Sometimes people invent the most amazing things. And then you always wonder, “Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” Laundry Locker is an environmentally friendly dry cleaning and laundry service that is one of those great concepts somebody thought up before you did. Arik Levy came up with the idea

It’s Wednesday and you need something to do. You could go drink dollar beers at Turtle Bay and possibly get an STD… OR you could do something good like help out with Recycle-A-Bicycle. Recycle-A-Bicycle is a community based bike shop that benefits NYC youth. On average RAB salvages 1,200 bikes

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