Eat your heart out, Miley Cyrus. Anyone can hump Robin Thicke’s Beetlejuice costume on a stage full of people. But it takes real cojones — and, um, possibly a death wish — to jump down on the tracks of the New York City subway system and twerk on the rails. DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME, KIDDIES. Don’t want to drop too low and hit that third rail. [Gothamist]
The internet is the land of over-sharing, and it appears that the interweb gods have now gifted us with one of the most useful over-shares of all: a nifty little map of which New York City neighborhoods are having the most sex. New Yorkers tend to be a little too obsessed with analyzing themselves, but this is one subject I’ll let that slide for. Keep reading »
Relying on the New York City subway system is sometimes like relying on a three-legged, one-eyed horse for all of your transportation needs. Trying to get from my apartment off the G train to a friend’s apartment off the L train on a Saturday evening is a trip that should theoretically take 20 minutes, but instead involves a half-mile walk and piling onto a shuttle bus packed with 200 other miserable, sweaty hipsters shouting at the sad-looking old people who happen to be standing by the doors. In particular, ever since Hurricane Sandy hit a year ago, trying to get from one place to another has been like trying to get to fucking Mordor. Keep reading »
Just when you thought the streets of Brooklyn were safe again, cat people had to go do something ridiculous: on November 24th, there will be a Brooklyn Cat Painting Takedown held in a gallery space. What happens at a Cat Painting Takedown? Unlike past Takedowns where competitors try to make the best soup or bacon, artistes use their allotted time to paint the best cat picture possible. If this sounds too much like an elementary school class, guests can enjoy some (no doubt craft-brewed) beer and (vegan soy free range) chili while watching the Picassos do their art. Paintings will be auctioned off at the end of the event, with proceeds going to animal shelters. Awww! I renounce my snark, I like this cat painting thing after all. [Brokelyn]
[The above feline beast is my favorite Internet cat, Pudge, who I would paint if I participated in the Takedown.]
Today in Horrible Things I Would Rather Not Know: a 17-year-old girl was arrested for shoplifting at a Victoria’s Secret in midtown Manhattan yesterday and was carrying a dead fetus inside her bag.
Two 17-year-old girls were pulled over by security guards inside the Victoria’s Secret in Herald Square because they were seen stealing lingerie. Then they noticed a “strong odor.” They found a dead male fetus inside one of the shopping bags, which appeared to be six or seven months along. One girl is believed to be the mother. She told police she had a miscarriage the day before and had posted on Facebook on Wednesday, “These Cramps, SON.” Police are currently investigating the cause of death. Keep reading »