Let's Go Out

Some people swear by summer dating: good weather, better vibes and somehow drinking every night feels less socially irresponsible (and caloric lol) than in the winter. Fine, I get it — I’m more carefr...

The unofficial start to summer has *officially* arrived, as has the reminder that you didn’t get invited to someone’s Hamptons or shore house. Worry not, because bumper-to-bumper traffic on the LIE an...

Photo courtesy of Elijah Harlow Going out in the Hamptons is a beast — a beast with a blowout and white linens. Slaying the beast requires a little bit of finesse, a lotta bit of someone else’s Amex (...

Whether you’re a ~chill girl who likes sports~ or just down to drink $19 vodka sodas on a random weeknight, the Conference Finals are a fun excuse to gather around in a sweaty sports bar and listen to...

Let’s be real. Rooftop bars are extremely cheugy. I try my hardest to like them, but they always remind me of sneaking into Le Bain at 17 with a fake ID… and a Van Cleef necklace I’m embarrassed to sa...

Spring has hit the city and you know what that means: hot girl WSH walks, Ralph’s iced lattes and, of course, day-drinking in the West Village. While Houston Hall, Bleeker Street Bar and Radegast are ...

We’re at that weird age where some people are ripping tequila shots at Laissez Faire till 3 a.m., and some are picking out engagement rings and fantasizing about their three-story home in Scarsdale. A...

Thursday is The Sweet 16, and no, I’m not referencing the iconic MTV show. Does anybody else have flashbacks watching that in their best friend’s bubblegum pink bedroom, or is that just me? Whether yo...

It’s the wild, wild west when it comes to dating, and let that sentiment sway to your advantage. When the apps are about as useful as your grandma's match-making skills, every time you leave the house...