Next time you’re at the bar take a look around. See that look of quiet, yet clearly shameful resignation on the face of that guy in the corner? You’ve seen him before, haven’t you? You’ve definitely seen that look. Yeah, so what’s the deal? you’re wondering. Did he lose his job? His boyfriend? Did his puppy get eaten

I write about Williamsburg a lot and that’s because I live here. I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary, in fact. But I’ll admit it. I was kind of hatin’ on my own neighborhood for a while. When you’re not snobby about music and could care less about owning a

I have a past of being continuously screwed over. I’m pretty sure my leech of an ex-boyfriend who still manages to interfere with my present-day life is why I have this pipe dream of being swept off my feet by a wealthy B-list celebrity or a rich finance dude. Until