Get your shovels out...

some rich bitch is hiding money in Manhattan and Brooklyn this weekend. As in, literal buried treasure.


Does anyone else feel like the idea of  paying it forward/spreading the wealth is going to be ruined by greedy, violent, resourceful New Yorkers?

rude

Taco Bell takes its breakfast tacos national: http://t.co/LRkXEy6dRA pic.twitter.com/SFRBPuBsQF

— New York Magazine (@NYMag) February 24, 2014

more surbway fighting!

you can BEAR-ly see it, but when these classy ladies get to scrappin', the baby in the stroller rolls right out of the open subway doors. real rude, bitch!

thx john + liz!

-throat clear-

My experiment arose from plans for an evening of food, drink and literature, with readings by myself and two other writers, at a restaurant. Not exactly a drop-in-if-you’re-around kind of thing, so I asked friends to R.S.V.P. My initial message brought in a dozen responses, and the follow-up a few more, but days before the event I had a paltry 23. Not 23 who planned to come, but 23 who had bothered to respond. Half my invitees had blown me off. Why? I wasn’t peddling life insurance, after all.

Asking around, I discovered that the phenomenon is widespread. One friend of mine e-mailed invitations to a baby shower, and a third of the recipients failed to respond. Another announced a happy hour at her house and received a dozen yeses — only to find her party besieged by 35 people.

What’s preventing us from executing this basic social task? Is it the medium? Do Evites somehow not feel like “real” invitations? Is it our busy lives, so overbooked and overwhelmed we’ve drawn up the castle gates? Don’t invite me out this month, I’m ensconced! Or is it simple rudeness? Try as I might to understand, I kept feeling dissed. (via)

just sayin'. thx mcnutty + ganglez.