Assholes There’s this relatively new phenomenon happening right now called the Urban Farming Movement. (Check it out: even T.I. supports it!) My boyfriend, in particular, is really into it for two reasons: 1.) He fancies himself as a sort of misanthrope and really loves the idea of never having to

If you have ever ridden a bike, own a bike, or know what a bike is, you’re probably familiar with the messenger bag. One of the sweetest types out there are a little local operation called Timbuk2. Maybe you’ve hear of them? Well even if you haven’t (seriously, who are

With the recent amazing weather in New York, you may have forgotten that we are still smack-dab in the middle of resort season.  Those of us who don’t winter in St.Barts are less likely to pay attention to those seasonal designations but that doesn’t change the fact that it is

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,

I’m gonna be really real right now: the only thing that gets me wetter than fantasizing about making it with one of Marva Whitney’s back-up dancers is basking in the sun and eating some down home, backyard barbeque. You can imagine my reaction, then, when I heard about Hard French,

Daylight Savings Time is an annoying, outdated piece of shit. I mean, I know we all love the week after it starts when the days are longer, because drinking is so much less depressing when you get to do it outside in the sun all afternoon instead of heading inside

As far as fro-yo goes, Pinkberry is top of the pops. Nevermind that the Los Angeles-based brand had to battle a whole bunch of haters who claimed that its tangy-sweet swirls weren’t as healthy as one might think. BFD, I say. Just look at it. It’s subzero, soft-serve sourness in