Income inequality in New York, in 3D! Use the slidey things to shift between the green towers of wealth and city scape. Fun for hours. (Minutes.) The best part was when Manhattan was flipped in my mind and I thought, briefly … all the real money in NYC is actually in the Bronx? Was a happy little moment. Recommend.
So how much did I spend to travel to The Billfold Live? Let's add up the numbers.
When I first moved to New York City in pursuit of artistic aspirations, being a "starving actor" was sort of a romantic idea. There can be a sense of camaraderie between fellow struggling artists. It can be fun to playfully bemoan being too broke to go out to dinner when you’re a super hip wannabe actor in a glamorous city. PBR is trendy and everyone partakes in dollar pizza on the regular. But what’s cute when you’re 22 is less cute (or not cute at all) when you’re 26. Lessons need to be learned. At what point has being a "starving actor" jumped the shark?
As DNA Info reports, there is a housing lottery for affordable apartments in the DUMBO neighborhood of Brooklyn. Just how affordable, you ask? Studio apartments are as low as $539, and two-bedrooms for less than $900.
I quit a pretty well-paying job in marketing at the end of April, kind of on a whim. I had about a year's worth of money saved up when I did that.
I do not personally appreciate cats or cat-based agendas, but I do support a person's right to perch on a cafe chair sipping a pun-based coffee drink, surrounded by adoptable pets. And yes, the four-day Purina ONE Cat Cafe™ will be populated by pre-screened orphan cats from the North Shore Animal League. The 16 cats have been "evaluated behaviorally, medically and socially" and are ready to go home with whomever is so moved.
I'm a first year attorney at a non-profit legal services organization, in New York.
I want to make sure you guys all have front row seats to the latest saga of great banality between me and my landlord. This time, it involves a household appliance! Our refrigerator (pictured) is not so much a refrigerator as it is a tiny vintage collectible that belongs in a museum and not in someone's kitchen. We knew this when we moved in, our broker mentioned something about us demanding a new fridge but that we might have to pay for it, so we shrugged our shoulders and, dealing with a million other move-in stresses, told ourselves it would be fine.