As a man we much admire once said: “It feels like summer.” That man? Childish Gambino –and while he was actually talking about the ever-pressing threat of climate change, his message still holds (save your laughs) water. It does feel like summer. Hell, it is summer. While New York has plenty –okay, well some lovely public pools for anyone to visit, what’s really the point in swimming in a cocktail of pee, skin of Upper…
We get it. It’s 98 degrees Fahrenheit out and it’s 8pm on a Tuesday. You’ve even changed the temperature filter on Snapchat over to centigrade (that totally dumb system of measurement the whole rest of the world uses) to really emphasize just how utterly boiling it is today. As your dinner of Chipotle wraps up (don’t worry, it’s only the third time you’ve gone there this week), you begin to realize that there’s a hole…
When someone asks you to recount a favorite moment of your life, it can be nearly impossible to pin just one down. When you got your first dog? Sitting on a park bench at 4am with your girlfriend? Overthrowing the facist regime behind the Silly Bandz trade in middle school? It can seem impossible to find just one memory that stands out but deep down, we share a collective one that has to be up…
We’ve all been there. It’s 12pm, and your 30 minute lunch ***hour*** is starting. Salvation, at last. Waiting in the break room freezer is your sweet relief: a homemade smoothie bowl you whipped up last night. It’s not perfect; the Açaí isn’t organic and locally sourced, but it’s yours. You make your way to the freezer and peel it open, excitement filling you with newfound energy. Maybe you’ll actually look over the Penske File after…