After a lot of thought and some research into interesting things that happened on February 15th (like Canada adopting the maple leaf flag), I realized that I’m writing about something too absurd to try and be clever in my introduction. Instead, I’m just going to tell you that tomorrow is

Valentine’s Day is lame, right? Or it’s awesome, if you’re coupled up, a fan of chocolate, and/or not a strong feminist. But why settle for ignoring, protesting, or even participating in this church-sanctioned holiday for lovers? Lucky for you, an ancient Roman fertility festival takes place February 13-15 every year

This is either ice cream or a vibrator – we’re not sure. Yupyupyup. You’ve read that correct. Who knew that you’d wake up today and find out that all your dreams were about to come true. Courtesy of your Fairy Godmother, er.. Good Vibrations: “the Pop-up Dildo Shop and Ice

There’s no better way to feel instantly better about your own romantic standings then to listen to the tales of heartbreak and rejection of strangers. In a funny way of course. And in that spirit, The Rejection Show is the perfect Anti-Valentine’s Day event for couples and singles alike. Join

Dance, dance, dance ’til you’re dead! Okay, those are lyrics from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but whatevs. So yesterday I was playing with BandMate, the coolest iPhone app ever.  Basically it’s the who/what/when/where/why of live music and includes tiny venues that I would probably never think to check, like Your

Living in this city, we’re constantly being bombarded with sights and sounds both pleasant and grating. We’re essentially being entertained 24/7. No wonder our attention span is in such a sad state of affairs. Subway performers are a daily distraction most of us take for granted, just another one of

I know we just finished up the Super Bowl, but if there is one accessory from this shitshow holiday that I cannot live without: The Koozie. One part trailer trash and one part genius invention, The Koozie supercedes all drinking accessories by becoming not only the most vital to your

If you walk the gum wad-laden streets of NYC, you better get used to the slow burn of a stranger’s eye. New Yorkers STARE at each other. Sometimes it’s a concerned “Is that person yelling crazy and going to hurt me?”; other times just a pervy “I think you’re attractive