My recommendation for Wednesday, June 27th: Step 1: Put on those sweat pants or shorts or whatever the hell you want, and get over to the Body Actualized Center at 9 pm. Step 2: Feel slightly awkward and overly concerned with not looking like an idiot for approximately two minutes.

I stumbled upon this hidden gem about a month ago after spending about an hour rummaging through trash cans for food. Sad, I know, but I had little money on me and a half-eaten panini was not going to suffice. (Please don’t judge me for being a fat-ass, as well

Sam is 25. He graduated in 2009 and now works as a freelance production assistant. When he is not working, he is reading socialist literature with his friend Carl, in the smallest two-person apartment in the Lower East Side. He also goes the New School for free as a ghost

Are you guys ready to party? Are you ready to dance? If you said yes, then head out to Brooklyn’s Rock Shop out in the Gowanus. On Saturday, June 16th, the Rock Shop will be hosting Discowanus, a FREE daytime dance party presented by Pants Dance. Special guest, DJ Frames—

In the middle of Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood of hipsters, artists and broke-asses, is a special place amongst the infinite amount of restaurants and bars riddled along Bedford avenue–the Charleston. The Charleston is an unrivaled hangout spot for the local clan of Brooklynites. To start off, its owners have cleverly designated

Teenage dance battles: could there be anything more awesome?  No, definitely not.  Which is why you should check out the FREE Step to the High Line Festival, taking place this Wednesday through Friday on, duh, the High Line.  Each evening, two high-energy step teams will battle it out for the

Do you love pie? Do you love having large samples of pie? Well, you’re in luck. Every Saturday on the Williamsburg waterfront, between North 6th and 7th street, the Brooklyn Flea Food Market hosts Smorgasburg, an outlet for food entrepreneurs and established purveyors. On Saturday, June 9th, The Daisy Flour

I have lived in New York my entire life, so I’m used to dodging dog shit on the sidewalk, homeless people asking me for money and I’ve come to the conclusion that only Jehovah’s Witnesses visit me on Saturday mornings.  It comes with the territory. Still, there are some things