Edith reacts to your neck tattoo. Photo by Chris Bonanos.
I was on a date this summer with another writer who folded her arms and rolled her eyes when the subject of a certain lady blog editor came up. ”I think I’m going to pitch a Thought Catalog piece titled ‘Please Stop Talking to Me about Edith Zimmerman,’ ” she said, clearly frustrated with the number of dudes who are infatuated — romantically or professionally — with The Hairpin editor, NYT Magazine columnist and renowned Captain America chest-toucher. Why is that? Because dudes probably imagine hanging out with Edith is as fun as reading The Hairpin itself, which feels like crashing an girls-only whiskey party instead of a giggly sleepover.
Brokesters probably have more of a shot than we should with gals like Edith: women outnumber us (with 149,219 more ladies than dudes in NYC), make more money than us (17 percent!), and just generally seem to be killing it. I ran into Edith — who is 28 and lives in Cobble Hill — while I was working at Trader Joe’s, and she was checking out … a 20-year-old cashier, which proves you don’t have to be a superhero or a lovestruck scientist to get a girl’s attention.
The Ediths of New York seem like they have enough going on to even bother with dating, what with starting memes, popping by This American Life and writing what me and several friends agree are the friendliest pitch rejection emails around. So how do you catch their eye, especially when you’re sleeping on an air mattress or forced to ration a single High Life for the whole night? Read on to find out how Edith thinks your Occupy banner might not be as attractive as your Scrabble skills, and how sometimes even a successful girl just wants a good pickleback. Read the rest of this entry »
Ladies, are you struggling with your monthly bills? Between your (super cute!) top-floor apartment, a wardrobe that’s the envy of all your blogger friends and tri-weekly dinners cooked in the salt of Anthony Bourdain’s tears, somehow you’re still coming up short. In olden days, all a girl needed to remedy this situation was a suitor. But modern times have left us with a dating pool of baby-boy tadpoles. Well your BK girl problems are about to b-gone. With the Match.com savings and finance plan, you can wine and dine just as much as ever, and still have room for Balenciaga binges. All it takes is $50 a month, plus a chunk of integrity (but you’re trying to slim down anyway, right?). Start your account today. Your investment banker is waiting, and he’s got the Perignon on ice.
All the sad young psuedo intellectuals. Image via New Yorker.
I was intrigued immediately upon reading the Brokelyn headline, “A free way to date the BK intelligentsia.” Why? I’m single. I started reading n+1 after devouring co-editor Keith Gessen’s novel about All the Sad Young Literary Men and kept reading when I discovered that each issue’s 200 pages were filled with even more sad young literary men’s critical-theory informed ramblings. I was sick of giving my number to boys in bars who seemed smart in person and used all the wrong conjugations of “your” via text. But how good could a free personals site that appeals to shy bookish types actually be? I sent in my post and received an unsurprisingly lengthy e-mail reply seeking a “cunning lit-cougar” a few days later. Read the rest of this entry »
He slipped a copy of Twilight inside that book.via Hot Guys Reading Books.
Hey sad young literary people: The interns over at n+1, the highbrow literature and culture magazine, launched a personals Tumblr (where else) just for you. The interns read and post submissions from date-seekers at their discretion, PLUS they sort through all inquiries and direct them to the appropriate companion-seeker. It seems like a lot of power to give an unemployed Brown grad over your love life, but it is a free dating service and probably offers a better caliber of folk than OKStupid. (Though here’s hoping there are no mix-ups — I’d hate to see an Alexander Pope fan matched with a John Dennis supporter.) Read the rest of this entry »
photos by Anna Jacobson
Occupy Wall Street may be a great place to score some free pizza, join in a few chants, or air your legitimate grievances. For the singles among us, it is also the perfect opportunity to strike up conversation with a cutie. “What does your sign say?” is the protest version of “What’s your sign?” Don’t be too shy if you go downtown — most of those interviewed said they wait for a potential suitor to make the first move. Get your flirt on, but make tracks before the police break out the zip-tie handcuffs. Here, some of the Zuccotti hotties we encountered on Sunday afternoon: Read the rest of this entry »
Dutch: good enough for Brooklyn settlers, good enough for your date
Match.com released data today that will give me ammunition to finally end a 15-year long argument with my mother: a majority of New York ladies (57 percent) are willing to split the bill on the first date. And broke bros across the boroughs rejoice! (Especially since y’all make way more than us.) Listen: I would pay for the date if I could! I would pay for everyone’s meal everywhere all the time if I could because my friends are rad. But if you’re sitting there twiddling your thumbs when the check comes as I’m calling to see if my roommate cashed my rent check yet, we probably weren’t destined for anything but a frustrated Facebook status anyway.
Match’s survey of 1,000 single New Yorkers also tells us the sexiest jobs for men are fireman (obvs!) and Wall street execs (? blrggzzk). We’re all willing to travel about 40 minutes for a date, and that’s about it, the study says. More of this peek into the single psyche below! Read the rest of this entry »
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I am a stay-at-home girlfriend. When my boyfriend goes off to work, I spend my days cooking, cleaning our two-bedroom Greenpoint apartment and trying to look good for him when he comes home. I never planned on this lifestyle; my corporate job of four years was outsourced in October when we were already living together. What was a matter of convenience before is now a matter of financial survival — while I’ve always been someone who’s really into keeping her boyfriend happy (that’s how I was raised), it’s now my primary occupation after job-seeking. I’m not alone. I was actually the third of my female friends living with her boyfriend to wind up out of work, and all of us, to some degree, adhere to stereotypically Stepfordish rules to keep our relationships afloat and ourselves sane. Here are mine: Read the rest of this entry »
With everyone’s most and least favorite Hallmark holiday a mere 42 days away, love is practically almost in the air. As we begin to figure out how to shower our loved ones (or ourselves…for the perpetually alone like myself) with gifts and affection, Team Brokelyn is looking for suggestions for the most romantic places in our favorite borough. It can be anything from a candlelight neighborhood haunt to a special place that inspires chaste hand holding or semi-inappropriate PDA sessions; anywhere you deem perfect for a romantic day or night out. Brunch spots, spas, restaurants, theaters, music venues… let ‘em rip, No need to worry about anything budget-related either; we’ll be taking care of that. Just fire away in the comments!
As the financial equivalent of swine flu ails the economy, the awkward line, “So, uh, you want to go to dinner sometime?” should be a carefully calculated inquiry. It can be a little less calculated if you pick one of these half-dozen bars and restaurants, which we came up with through the highly scientific method of asking people who were out and about in Brooklyn last weekend.
Read the rest of this entry »
Attn all the single ladies (and, uh, dudes).
Brooklyn, we work hard. TOO hard, apparently, to get sumpin’ sumpin’ on the side. The Daily News this week looked at newly released Census data that seem to indicate all of us busy ass hustlers in the borough are too focused on paying rent to worry about getting your romantic life in order. The paper quoted experts who said Brooklyn’s socioeconomic diversity means these results are not surprising. “They are beginning their careers and postponing marriage,” CUNY sociologist Richard Alba told the News.“They tend to concentrate in the same neighborhoods,” which means Williamsburg, Greenpoint and Bushwick, the area that has the most balanced cluster of both single men and women. Hm, not really surprising. Editorial comment below. Read the rest of this entry »
Edith reacts to your neck tattoo. Photo by Chris Bonanos.
I was on a date this summer with another writer who folded her arms and rolled her eyes when the subject of a certain lady blog editor came up. ”I think I’m going to pitch a Thought Catalog piece titled ‘Please Stop Talking to Me about Edith Zimmerman,’ ” she said, clearly frustrated with the number of dudes who are infatuated — romantically or professionally — with The Hairpin editor, NYT Magazine columnist and renowned Captain America chest-toucher. Why is that? Because dudes probably imagine hanging out with Edith is as fun as reading The Hairpin itself, which feels like crashing an girls-only whiskey party instead of a giggly sleepover.
Brokesters probably have more of a shot than we should with gals like Edith: women outnumber us (with 149,219 more ladies than dudes in NYC), make more money than us (17 percent!), and just generally seem to be killing it. I ran into Edith — who is 28 and lives in Cobble Hill — while I was working at Trader Joe’s, and she was checking out … a 20-year-old cashier, which proves you don’t have to be a superhero or a lovestruck scientist to get a girl’s attention.
The Ediths of New York seem like they have enough going on to even bother with dating, what with starting memes, popping by This American Life and writing what me and several friends agree are the friendliest pitch rejection emails around. So how do you catch their eye, especially when you’re sleeping on an air mattress or forced to ration a single High Life for the whole night? Read on to find out how Edith thinks your Occupy banner might not be as attractive as your Scrabble skills, and how sometimes even a successful girl just wants a good pickleback. Read the rest of this entry »
Ladies, are you struggling with your monthly bills? Between your (super cute!) top-floor apartment, a wardrobe that’s the envy of all your blogger friends and tri-weekly dinners cooked in the salt of Anthony Bourdain’s tears, somehow you’re still coming up short. In olden days, all a girl needed to remedy this situation was a suitor. But modern times have left us with a dating pool of baby-boy tadpoles. Well your BK girl problems are about to b-gone. With the Match.com savings and finance plan, you can wine and dine just as much as ever, and still have room for Balenciaga binges. All it takes is $50 a month, plus a chunk of integrity (but you’re trying to slim down anyway, right?). Start your account today. Your investment banker is waiting, and he’s got the Perignon on ice.
All the sad young psuedo intellectuals. Image via New Yorker.
I was intrigued immediately upon reading the Brokelyn headline, “A free way to date the BK intelligentsia.” Why? I’m single. I started reading n+1 after devouring co-editor Keith Gessen’s novel about All the Sad Young Literary Men and kept reading when I discovered that each issue’s 200 pages were filled with even more sad young literary men’s critical-theory informed ramblings. I was sick of giving my number to boys in bars who seemed smart in person and used all the wrong conjugations of “your” via text. But how good could a free personals site that appeals to shy bookish types actually be? I sent in my post and received an unsurprisingly lengthy e-mail reply seeking a “cunning lit-cougar” a few days later. Read the rest of this entry »
He slipped a copy of Twilight inside that book.via Hot Guys Reading Books.
Hey sad young literary people: The interns over at n+1, the highbrow literature and culture magazine, launched a personals Tumblr (where else) just for you. The interns read and post submissions from date-seekers at their discretion, PLUS they sort through all inquiries and direct them to the appropriate companion-seeker. It seems like a lot of power to give an unemployed Brown grad over your love life, but it is a free dating service and probably offers a better caliber of folk than OKStupid. (Though here’s hoping there are no mix-ups — I’d hate to see an Alexander Pope fan matched with a John Dennis supporter.) Read the rest of this entry »
photos by Anna Jacobson
Occupy Wall Street may be a great place to score some free pizza, join in a few chants, or air your legitimate grievances. For the singles among us, it is also the perfect opportunity to strike up conversation with a cutie. “What does your sign say?” is the protest version of “What’s your sign?” Don’t be too shy if you go downtown — most of those interviewed said they wait for a potential suitor to make the first move. Get your flirt on, but make tracks before the police break out the zip-tie handcuffs. Here, some of the Zuccotti hotties we encountered on Sunday afternoon: Read the rest of this entry »
Dutch: good enough for Brooklyn settlers, good enough for your date
Match.com released data today that will give me ammunition to finally end a 15-year long argument with my mother: a majority of New York ladies (57 percent) are willing to split the bill on the first date. And broke bros across the boroughs rejoice! (Especially since y’all make way more than us.) Listen: I would pay for the date if I could! I would pay for everyone’s meal everywhere all the time if I could because my friends are rad. But if you’re sitting there twiddling your thumbs when the check comes as I’m calling to see if my roommate cashed my rent check yet, we probably weren’t destined for anything but a frustrated Facebook status anyway.
Match’s survey of 1,000 single New Yorkers also tells us the sexiest jobs for men are fireman (obvs!) and Wall street execs (? blrggzzk). We’re all willing to travel about 40 minutes for a date, and that’s about it, the study says. More of this peek into the single psyche below! Read the rest of this entry »
©iStockphoto.com
I am a stay-at-home girlfriend. When my boyfriend goes off to work, I spend my days cooking, cleaning our two-bedroom Greenpoint apartment and trying to look good for him when he comes home. I never planned on this lifestyle; my corporate job of four years was outsourced in October when we were already living together. What was a matter of convenience before is now a matter of financial survival — while I’ve always been someone who’s really into keeping her boyfriend happy (that’s how I was raised), it’s now my primary occupation after job-seeking. I’m not alone. I was actually the third of my female friends living with her boyfriend to wind up out of work, and all of us, to some degree, adhere to stereotypically Stepfordish rules to keep our relationships afloat and ourselves sane. Here are mine: Read the rest of this entry »
With everyone’s most and least favorite Hallmark holiday a mere 42 days away, love is practically almost in the air. As we begin to figure out how to shower our loved ones (or ourselves…for the perpetually alone like myself) with gifts and affection, Team Brokelyn is looking for suggestions for the most romantic places in our favorite borough. It can be anything from a candlelight neighborhood haunt to a special place that inspires chaste hand holding or semi-inappropriate PDA sessions; anywhere you deem perfect for a romantic day or night out. Brunch spots, spas, restaurants, theaters, music venues… let ‘em rip, No need to worry about anything budget-related either; we’ll be taking care of that. Just fire away in the comments!
As the financial equivalent of swine flu ails the economy, the awkward line, “So, uh, you want to go to dinner sometime?” should be a carefully calculated inquiry. It can be a little less calculated if you pick one of these half-dozen bars and restaurants, which we came up with through the highly scientific method of asking people who were out and about in Brooklyn last weekend.
Read the rest of this entry »
