Brooklyn

Dunham is such an unabashedly self loving/loathing spectacular specimen, I can't help but want to be her. And destroy her.

Ruthie, Ruthie, Ruthie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me.

drummer. publisher. shit-kicker.

Spotted: at Bedford and 7th Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Spotted: at Bedford St. and North 7th, Williamsburg
Occupation: Finance Investor

A Brooklyn pageant for small dicks sheds light on a very real affliction suffered by men.

What if there was something just as easy, just as reliable and convenient as those disposable to-go cups but totally eliminated the waste? Nope, it's not a hippie's LSD-induced fever dream. It's just some clever entreprenuers from Brooklyn...

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.