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    It's down to the wire, almost Hallows eve with nothing to wear. You are actually contemplating caving in and just wearing cat ears. Dont Fret! Every Halloween someone will take the responsibility upon themselves to be a sexy bunny. Given this inalienble truth, I have put together a list of badass Halloween Costumes that you can probably find in your own closet. A list for those of us who don't have moolah to drop on a last minute costume and to want avoid the dreaded "how will...
  I am so sick of the lame old stereotype “women are more emotional than men.” Aside from being blatantly false, it does damage. Often, women are disrespected in the workplace if we get heated over something important, or we’re told to “stop PMS-ing” if we have a personal drama. I will always remember the Sex and the City episode in which Samantha Jones is berated for being a working woman and cries only when she gets in the elevator. How awful is it that female...
  We're excited to announce that we're curating yet another night of lady-powered music at Brooklyn Night Bazaar! Last December, we brought JD Samson's dance-rock outfit MEN to Brooklyn Night Bazaar's enormous warehouse space in Williamsburg. This year, come on by the Bazaar's new, slightly more intimate space in Greenpoint for a night of food, drink, shopping, table tennis, mini golf, and of course, a bomb-ass free show featuring SISU, Lizzo, U.S. Girls, and DJ Sheila B. We're pumped to bring all of these lady-fronted acts together in one room,...
  "She was a winner, Who became a doggie’s dinner…” — Nick Lowe   Would a dog-loving movie star leave her pooch to starve? Memorialized in Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon and in the eponymous pop song, Marie Prevost is best-known today as a overly-nasal actress who killed herself without anticipating that her pet dachshund would get hungry after days of not being fed. It’s a memorable Hollywood fairytale: the falling movie star who killed herself in despair and ended up being consumed by her starving-- if reluctant-- pup. But is...
As I write this, I’m covered in injuries: one spider bite, a bunch of gnarly blisters on my fingers, too many cuts and scrapes to count, and one giant scab on my nostril. Why am I so banged up? Because I decided to find out what it would be like for a modern city gal to live as a real-deal witch, and that involved me spending two months devoted to The Craft. Rather than join up with an established coven, I decided to give it...