My family doesn’t give a shit about holidays. Not because they’re Jehovah’s Witnesses or something, but more because they just don’t see what the big deal is and have no real emotional attachment to them. Why go through the motions of pretending to be nice to each other one one

Tis the season for humiliation. Only once a year do you get to break out the matching sweaters, glow-bulb earrings and other family props for the annual Christmas card. Luckily my family wasn’t one for Sears-style portrait sessions, but now I’m a little sad I don’t have any to look

The Brooklyn indie scene is dominated by electro outfits looking to make quick cash from free software on their laptops. While their aesthetic can be admirably DIY, their sound more often than not comes off as POS. Every now and then, though, a band comes along unafraid to sit behind

When I hear terms like “slumming it in the East Village” or “East Village dive” I immediately conjure up images of pretentious blog douchebags who think that because there’s graffiti on the walls that this is a bad part of town oooooooh. Let’ s be real; the East Village has

Santa’s always had a reputation as a bit of a drunkard. Blame the harsh climate of the North Pole, or the VFW hall where mall’s do their Santa recruiting, but beneath those jolly layers of red velvet lives a man who just likes to have a good time. If you

It takes a sharp mind and brass balls to be funny. You’re always risking humiliation with every quip, anecdote, or pun you put out there in the world to ideally get some laughs but more likely than not will just get groans (especially with puns). When someone steps up to

It takes a long time to establish oneself as a “neighborhood” institution. From deli counters to comic stores to interestingly dressed hobos, earning the title requires patience and diligence along with just the right vibe. Despite it being relatively new to the scene, Daddy’s in the Billburg has been striving

Welcome to New York during Yule season, suckers. It’s a time of great mirth-sucking and merriment-destroying. From the Black Friday stampedes to Christmas Eve traffic, rarely does a city unify so absolutely under the banner of pissy mood. Holiday magic is in short order, despite what Macy’s would have you