Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude.  Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit’probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Jonathan is the dude over at

So tonight’s Celebrate Brooklyn concert featuring The National has been sold out for months,  as every ticket was immediately seized by bearded dudes willing to pay $35 to stand upright and sway gently to Matt Berninger’s dreamy baritone. Don’t be upset it’s sold out – are you really in the

Movies are fucking expensive. Seriously, finding a theater that will let you escape reality for less than $12 in this city is practically unheard of. It’s not just tickets: I recently paid $4.50 for a bottle of Dasani (102 degree heat wave, I was desperate okay?) at a theater in

I’m not sure if it’s because of all those terrible Brazilian restaurants in Midtown, but for some reason, whenever anyone mentions anything about going to a Brazilian restaurant, I’ll just assume it’s going to be incredibly meat-heavy, Pan-South American (as opposed to actually Brazilian), neon-lighted, and generally horrible.  UNTIL NOW.

Things I like: drinking, drinking outside, drinking on the cheap, drinking with fellow-minded attractive single people. I tend to prefer bars where all of the above can happen, but finding a comfortable in-between is difficult. Usually bars that are super cheap are also lacking in atmosphere (which is, fine, whatever,

I totally respect anyone who decides to name a bar after themselves, and the self-named bars are almost always the best. Jimmy’s Corner in Manhattan, Sharlene’s in Prospect Heights, and now there’s Matt Torrey’s in Williamsburg. Not that you can see the name on the building. It’s only marking is

While I like to think of myself as this fly girl who regularly hob knobs with up and coming musicians, I think that sentence right there proves my terminally uncoolness, and the importance of having creative friends. I first heard about Hypernova, as I usually hear about these things, in

I used to live right around the corner from Brooklyn Flea‘s Saturday location (at the corner of Vanderbilt St. & Lafayette St.), and let me tell you – it is a marvel that I am still svelte. In fact, it is a marvel that any of the vendors there manage