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Everyone claims to hate Girls, but everyone watches it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re reading these recaps. More
Everything Kanye West Has Ever Done, Ranked From Least To Most Offensive
Beyonce Is Pregnant, And I’m Pretty Sure We All Willed It To Happen
There’s Always Money In The Banana Stand, At Least According To This Vine
The Most Intriguing New TV Shows (Plus The Ones We Can’t Believe Are Returning)
‘Justin Bieber Abandons His Monkey’ Is Not Something I Expected To Write Today
Whether You Stopped Watching Or Not, The Office Finale Will Make You Happy
Everyone claims to hate Girls, but everyone watches it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re reading these recaps. More
Celebrities are just like us, guys! Sometimes they miss an entrance in their own show and their wildly popular spouse has to cover for them, like Jay-Z and Beyonce this weekend. More
Here are ten reasons why it should have been obvious. More
The first season of HBO’s Girls has come and gone in a flash. Love it or hate it, you can’t say it didn’t get people talking: about youth, friendship, race, feminism, Sex and the City, etc. But believe it or not, I’m not sure I have anything left to say about any of that, so instead I’m going to focus on another topic near and dear to my heart: how Girls uses (and sometimes, abuses) my beloved borough as its silent fifth main character. Here’s my take on ten of the show’s sexy Brooklyn locations. More
This just in! 26-year-old actress, screenwriter, and Symbol Of Everything That’s Wrong With Millennials Lena Dunham has finally seen fit to move out of her parents’ fancy Manhattan apartment and into a Brooklyn pad of her own. The price tag? A very un-Hannah Horvath $500,000. More
Oh, Raven Symone. It seems like just yesterday you were an adorable little kid making me laugh on The Cosby Show and Hangin’ With Mr. Cooper, and now you’ve grown into a strong, beautiful woman worthy of imitation by drag queens. That’s so Raven! But you know what isn’t so Raven? Lying. More
Sly comment on gentrification, or evidence Jay-Z has bumped his head and forgotten who he is and how much money he has? More
Last night, MTV gave viewers an “exclusive preview” of their new show “I Just Want My Pants Back,” better known to Greenpoint residents as “I Just Want To Be Able To Walk To My Apartment And Back (Without Some L.A. D-Berry In A Trucker Hat Bossing Me Around).” Liana and I took one for the team and watched it so you don’t have to. Here is the resulting Socratic dialogue. (Yes, we had this Skype chat while meandering through the Acropolis.) More
Imagine that you’re a hipster who’s just graduated college. Scratch that; maybe you ARE a hipster who’s just graduated college. No doubt you are now faced with that all-important question: Where should you live now? Detroit for street cred and something vague about hopeful post-apocalyptic urban gardening? Brooklyn to talk shit about Park Slope and Williamsburg while feeling guilty about your own contributions to gentrification? There are just so many options! More
Proof That The End Is Near For Rob Pattinson And Kristen Stewart
Bruce Jenner Demands Divorce After Kris Jenner Caught Nude With Old Lover
Kourtney Kardashian's Ex Claims He Is Mason's Father And Demands Paternity Test
Stars That Have Been Caught Posing Naked
Celeb Says Horrible Things About Farrah Abraham - Then Gets Attacked For It
In a bit of news that should surprise no one, Boardwalk Empire star Paz de la Huerta was arrested last night for punching reality Samantha Swetra in the face. Evidently, the two began arguing over a boy and Samantha made some mean comments about Paz’s drunkenness.
While researching Paz, we pieced together some interesting info. Miss de la Huerta went to high school at Brooklyn’s prestigious St. Ann’s, studying at the same time as several other Hollywood up and comers. More
Live In Brooklyn? Love Pie? – Then we hope you’re not doing anything Sunday, during the 2nd annual Brooklyn Pie Bake-Off. If you don’t live in Brooklyn, bake your own pie and then get your friends to judge it. Pro: You’ll get first place, probs. (Tumblr)
Last night I developed a massive crush (real, not boredom induced) on the lead singer of Lily & the Parlour Tricks. I went out for what I thought would just be a quick drink with my roommates to Williamsburg’s charming whiskey bar, the Lovin’ Cup Cafe. Lucky for us, a quick drink turned into a few drinks so we got to witness a miracle. Lily & the Parlour Tricks were playing that night for CMJ Week!! Usually at the Lovin’ Cup, everyone focuses most if not all of their attention on the people with whom their sharing a table. But when Lily & the Parlours took the stage, the bar went from cliques to Tricks. Everyone in the room was captivated by the lead singer – whose name is, oddly enough, Lily Claire. She was the kind of artist who had everyone in the room convinced that she was singing directly to them. More
Today at NYU Local, writer Annie Werner tackles the issue of “boredom crushes”, when students acquire crushes on people nearby when they’re bored in class. Annie is not alone in witnessing this phenomenon. But they’re not limited to the class room. I get boredom crushes all the time, and I take them with me all over the city.
My most fruitful boredom crush hot spot of late has been delis. For example, when I’m up late catching up on tivo’d Grey’s Anatomy, I incentivize myself to go out into the cold for the requisite cry-while-I-eat Haagen Dazs with a boredom crush or two. The Egyptian deli guy around the corner is definitely hot – and was definitely flirting with me last time I went in. But this might be becoming a problem. More
As a 20-year-old girl with a year of metropolitan living under my belt, I genuinely believed that I was no longer the ideal candidate for a local apartment scam. Turns out my naturally oblivious Southern Belle attitude would beat my hardcore NYC chick attitude in an arm wrestling match. After reluctantly spending twelve months in Murray Hill — New York City’s least interesting neighborhood — I was more than ready to venture to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. After I had been to about eight apartments filled with guys in cargo shorts and rainbow flip flops, I finally arrived at the door of an apartment that didn’t make me want to be sick all over the welcome mat. More