You should see Scandinavia. Talking to strangers in public isn’t just awkward, it’ll get you treated as if you’re some sort of sociopath. Small talk is NOT a thing up there.
I’ve lived in (yes, lived in, not “visited” and judged the entire city based on) San Francisco, London, Los Angeles, and New York, and you can complain about any one of them for these exact same reasons. Maybe spend more than a weekend or two and you’ll actually see more than a tourist-filled mile or two. Curious as to what city you even live in, it doesn’t sound like a big one.
Also, to the guy that said London was cleaner, friendlier, more refined, and had better transportation? I’ll give you that it has older buildings, but give me a break, have you never heard of the night bus? Or visited anywhere outside of the West End? London gets just as bad if not worse than NYC.
I hate that I’m commenting on any of this, but The Charleston is a bar that gives free pizza for every drink so her date was actually super cheap. Brooklyn Bowl isn’t even where the ebola guy went bowling, it was The Gutter. I went bowling there shortly after and some guy tried to pick me up with the most awesomely terrible line of all time, by asking if he could “test me for ebola.”
Most importantly, though, the first season Gossip Girl is a timeless treasure.
Not to insult PGP, but why do you work here? Just move to NYC and get into PR or marketing or whatever already, I would go to literally any NYFW party you sent an invite to.
A friend once called Italians the “children of Europe,” after visiting Spain I’d say Spaniards are that awkward middle school age where you’re completely uncool and maybe a bit of an asshole. “Nothing to do but look at buildings and hang out at bad clubs” as a another friend once put it. For just about everything you can do there another country does it better.
Ansari’s book was interesting, but mostly just a lengthy sociology study (that doesn’t really tell you much that anyone who isn’t a celebrity already knows: people use dating websites, are bad at texting, etc.) with very few good jokes.
I once made the mistake of packing while still drunk from the night before and didn’t pack a single pair of underwear or socks. That was a fun realization when I got to my hotel room.
Totally unrelated to rompers, but every time I finish watching The Devil Wears Prada, my immediate thought is, so she glowed up and then threw it all away for…what? That movie should end like twenty minutes earlier.
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You should see Scandinavia. Talking to strangers in public isn’t just awkward, it’ll get you treated as if you’re some sort of sociopath. Small talk is NOT a thing up there.
Vice is the Blue Moon of media. Corporations selling “edgy” content back to hipsters, but some people still get fooled by the label.
I’ve lived in (yes, lived in, not “visited” and judged the entire city based on) San Francisco, London, Los Angeles, and New York, and you can complain about any one of them for these exact same reasons. Maybe spend more than a weekend or two and you’ll actually see more than a tourist-filled mile or two. Curious as to what city you even live in, it doesn’t sound like a big one.
Also, to the guy that said London was cleaner, friendlier, more refined, and had better transportation? I’ll give you that it has older buildings, but give me a break, have you never heard of the night bus? Or visited anywhere outside of the West End? London gets just as bad if not worse than NYC.
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So the girls are dumb, but you could barely pass the tests? Ok, buddy.
I hate that I’m commenting on any of this, but The Charleston is a bar that gives free pizza for every drink so her date was actually super cheap. Brooklyn Bowl isn’t even where the ebola guy went bowling, it was The Gutter. I went bowling there shortly after and some guy tried to pick me up with the most awesomely terrible line of all time, by asking if he could “test me for ebola.”
Most importantly, though, the first season Gossip Girl is a timeless treasure.
Not to insult PGP, but why do you work here? Just move to NYC and get into PR or marketing or whatever already, I would go to literally any NYFW party you sent an invite to.
Miles Teller? Justin Bieber?! Girl…
A friend once called Italians the “children of Europe,” after visiting Spain I’d say Spaniards are that awkward middle school age where you’re completely uncool and maybe a bit of an asshole. “Nothing to do but look at buildings and hang out at bad clubs” as a another friend once put it. For just about everything you can do there another country does it better.
I appreciate this comment and also your username.
Our future POTUS’ (fingers crossed!) speech was at least legitimately insane enough to be enjoyable.
I used to go to the gym in Bushwick and there was an overweight, bearded hipster who would straight up take naps in the yoga area.
This time last year most people didn’t know enough about The Fat Jewish to complain about his joke stealing and whatnot.
I’m just going to leave this here: her Wonderland cover shoot.
Ansari’s book was interesting, but mostly just a lengthy sociology study (that doesn’t really tell you much that anyone who isn’t a celebrity already knows: people use dating websites, are bad at texting, etc.) with very few good jokes.
I would pay NOT to watch Ashton Kutcher on Shark Tank. If he hadn’t just gone bankrupt I would say they should have gotten 50 Cent.
Given the recommendation to match your hair color to your clothing, am I the only one dying to know what this guy’s definition of a “cool t-shirt” is?
I once made the mistake of packing while still drunk from the night before and didn’t pack a single pair of underwear or socks. That was a fun realization when I got to my hotel room.
Totally unrelated to rompers, but every time I finish watching The Devil Wears Prada, my immediate thought is, so she glowed up and then threw it all away for…what? That movie should end like twenty minutes earlier.