I admire the bike messengers of New York City, mostly because I think you have to have balls of steel to ride a bike around Manhattan, even with the abundance of bike lanes from the Bloomberg era.
"Since there's 8 million people in this city, if you're not getting laid, you're an asshole.
The cold brew-sipping, yoga pants-wearing, avocado-toast eating basic girls of Manhattan are in full freak-out mode after popular spinning studio/fitness cult SoulCycle announced it is closing its doors at its Tribeca location for three weeks for renovations.
Attention NYC post-grad Bros: Are you 6 feet or taller, played lacrosse in college, work for a bank, wear half-zips, Ray-Bans Wayfarers, loafers, and Patagonia vests, know Bob Seger lyrics, and looking for a girlfriend now that the summer's over.
RIP to one of the most iconic graffiti spots in the world.
There's a catcalling issue in the Big Apple.
Behold, the story of a real life Kevin McCallister a la Home Alone 2.
Well, if the world is going to end via a deadly gastrointestinal virus, you KNEW it'd start festering in New York first, right.