If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. If it is broke, it’s probably cool to hang on the walls. Those truisms are two similar and equally important pieces to the dive bar mythos. From complex themes and stuffy, plush seating, even the “dive” bars of New York can be a

Hell to the yes. What were you doing 18 years ago? If your answer is “germinating in a womb” or “reading The Baby-sitters Club,” this is not for you. But if you were at the club, grooving to K.M.F.D.M. and Nitzer Ebb in guyliner and fishnets, read on. Death Guild,

My roommate and I have talked about how sometimes, we have an unofficial comedy litmus test when we’re first starting to get to know guys we’re dating. It’s not necessarily as simple as, if you don’t find this funny, I won’t date you, but it’s just sort of a way

While your living room chairs probably aren’t sneaking up to get it on on your roof. Though, that would be preferable your stuffed animals singing the un-catchy, boring songs in the worst muppet special ever. Or maybe all your stuff does is collect dust while you’re gone, but you’ll never

There’s nothing like pounding Coors Lights, stuffing your face with greasy pepperoni pizza and belting out the lyrics to Paradise City while dancing like Axel Rose after getting your second strike in a row on a rainy Sunday afternoon. If you really want to end your weekend with a bang,

Stop staring at me, albatross! I’m going to let all of you in on a little secret. But if I tell you, you have to promise not to bring hordes of your friends to this particular place on this particular night. You promise? Okay, here goes: Trivia night at the

I am shamelessly obsessed with street style blogs. Sites like The Sartorialist inspire me to go closet-shopping and reinvent my wardrobe in hopes that some day I will look cool enough to be photographed and praised on the interwebs. Local fashion blogs are especially great because that possibility seems even

I picked today’s subject under the bold assumption that I am not the only person who thinks pasta is one of the most awesome breakfasts foods, ever, ever. Why should we wait until night time to enjoy the the post-pasta eating euphoria when we can feel that bloat-er, I mean-glow