BY Amy Carlberg
on Jun 25, 2014
Bridget Everett, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. You wear fabulously revealing get-ups for all your sets, you're a lady whose size can rival the guys, you look hot all the time, you make some of the bluest jokes I've ever heard, you have "the voice of an angel," you guest regularly on Inside Amy Schumer, and Time Out named you one of the "funniest New Yorkers."
If you aren't acquainted with all that, Bridget's brand-spankin'-new NSFW video is about something we all know and love: "Titties." What better place for this exclusive premiere than right here on BUST. Read More
BY Kelly Maxwell
on Jun 06, 2013
Julie Klausner is much more interested in that moist looking coffee cake on Mad Men than the bloody dragon realness on Game of Thrones. She composes impromptu odes to her tuxedo cat, Jimmy Jazz. She is a lady who loves kitsch, musical theater, and cabaret (and IS NOT ashamed to announce it to the world). This is why we love her. Read More
BY Intern Jessica W.
on May 26, 2011
The Annie Oakley sex worker art show was a gem in the sea of busting open sexual taboos for women. Showing the world that being open about your sexuality doesn’t make you a freak, being a woman and being sexual doesn’t make you a whore, and it certainly doesn’t mean you have no soul, it makes you a human. For women who have been and are sex workers to share their experiences through artistic performance takes courage. Read More
BY Larissa Dzegar
on Oct 05, 2010
As soon as she stepped on the stage of Joe's Pub last night, Meow Meow had the audience roaring in applause, showering her with flowers and cheers. With her single red glove, sequin dress, and lengthy lashes, she transported her audience to 1940's Germany or turn-of-the-century France within instants. Described as an act of "kamikaze cabaret and performance art exotica", she certainly brought us an unforgettable evening of old-fashioned entertainment with a post-post-modern flair. Read More
BY Intern Brittany J.
on Aug 16, 2010
I know that recently I posted No Doubt's Excuse Me, Mr. and said that it was my "gettin' pumped" song, but I have a confession to make. It's not the only one. *gasp!*
Alas, it is true, I don't work out, but I have almost a constant mental list of songs that get me geared up for the day. My life's been feeling a little lackluster as of late ("WHAT AM I DOING WHERE AM I GOING WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING AHHHHHH"), and so, when I find myself in times of trouble, my iPod shuffle comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, "let it be me. Read More