The author circa 2003, as if those frosted tips beside him didn’t already let you know.
Whether you spent your prom night home alone watching Carrie on loop or obsessively matching your dress to your butterfly clips to the elastic on your braces, chances are you wish you could have done a few things differently. And this Saturday, our friends at the skint are giving you the chance.
The Dancing On My Own 80s-00s Prom at Littlefield is your official prom do-over replete with an attractively-lit photo booth, drink specials to not stain your dress with and a playlist that’s completely danceable without a date. In fact, they recommend you don’t bring one! Even so, we don’t think you should be too embarrassed about your own prom history; it’s an inherently ludicrous tradition. A sweaty banquet hall or high school gymnasium stuffed with horny teenagers rubbing their Men’s Warehouse-clad erections on some Alfred Angelo chiffon? Good riddance (Time of your life) to that.
In the spirit of moving past your pre-millennium or early millennium prom mortification, we’ve rounded up some cringe-worthy high school tales from our favorite Brooklyn-based comedians below. This writer added his, too. So spike your daytime punch, leave your own horror stories in the comments section, and we’ll see you this Saturday night. (more…)
If you see something, say something, unless what you’re seeing is Hannah’s vagina or your former bestie getting romantic with your ex-boyfriend or you’re someone falling asleep while giving you a blowjob. Then don’t say anything. Just look sad.
At least that’s the tactic most of the characters relied on for last night’s episode of Girls, “Hello Kitty.” The story mostly centered around Adam’s big, immersive play based on the murder of Kitty Genovese. You know, it’s the one from the 1960s where apparently all the neighbors heard Genovese screaming as she was getting murdered but allegedly no one called the police. It’s the go-to example for the bystander effect, and makes for great theater apparently. (more…)
Nobody wants a Charlie in a box, except Marnie who does want a Charlie in a box, and, more specifically, she wants her ex-boyfriend Charlie in her box.
Let’s back up a minute. You may remember Charlie as Marnie’s college boyfriend from way back when. Marnie was dating him when the show first started, and Hannah told Marnie he had a vagina while famously eating a cupcake in a bathtub. (Do you guys even remember 2012? It was all cupcakes and fun. songs.) Hannah wrote all about it in her diary, which Charlie and Ray read and then performed excerpts of it as part of their very cool two-man band, Questionable Goods. He dumped Marnie on the spot, leading to a lot of back and forth and makeup sex. Then he hit it big with an app, Marnie showed up and did that terribly embarrassing Kanye cover and his character was written off when the actor was like ENOUGH. The breakup with Marnie happened offscreen between seasons two and three.
But, as predicted, he’s back! And inexplicably worse than ever! Worse than Desi? Sort of! (more…)
A very chill weekend sleeping vag out with a bunch of moms.
Nice guys finish last, except when they finish first and also inside you, and you demand they pretend they were going to pull out and now you’re pregnant. Last night’s installment of Girls, “Queen for Two Days,” had all the makings of the best Girls episodes: travels outside the city, an extended dance sequence and no Marnie. We got a tease of a possible return of Charlie, Marnie’s ex (who left the show suddenly after season 2) and more of the Adam and Jessa sex no one asked for. (more…)
In the Brooklyn comedy community, Julio Torres is a precious jewel. Whether performing at Fresh Perspectives, the monthly show he co-hosts at Muchmore’s, or at any number of shows you can catch him at any given week, the El Salvador native stands out. He’ll take the stage doing soft-spoken impressions of Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara, sporting a shock of short platinum hair and a touch of glitter on his face. It’s as if he heard Rihanna’s “Shine Bright Like A Diamond” and decided to take the advice literally.
His Twitter and Instagram are full of short vignettes about the self-described Space Prince living off of marble, diamonds and universal adoration. He’s been named one of Comedy Central’s Comics to Watch, one of Just For Laughs’ New Faces and a finalist for the Andy Kaufman Award. Recently, you may have seen him make a brief appearance along with his friend and collaborator Lena Einbinder on Louis C.K.’s brilliant new show, Horace and Pete. Tonight, he’s splitting an hour show with Brokelyn-favorite Jo Firestone at UCB East. We spoke to Julio about performing in Brooklyn, having fun with Tilda Swinton and why Jo Firestone is like actual fire.(more…)
The microphone is more scared of you than you are of it. Test your open mic chops but check these tips first.
Jerry Seinfeld once made a joke about how people fear public speaking more than death: “This means to the average person,” he says, “if you go to a funeral, you’re better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.” But what does he know? People tell you all the time how funny you are! You should do stand-up comedy! But before you go plotting your own Netflix special, you need to hone your craft at some open mic nights, because, as you’ll soon learn, the act of being funny and the art of being funny aren’t exactly the same thing. Open mics are a necessary step on the road to finding your comedic voice, developing a network of funny friends and refining your material.
This is where I can help. I had long nursed a burning desire to be on the stage, sort of like Lauryn Hill in Sister Act 2, just waiting for a Vegas showgirl turned inner-city parochial school teacher to come give me my big chance. I knew I wanted to try stand-up, but wasn’t sure where to start. A year later, I’m no expert comedian, but I can tell you what I know about getting up there for the first time. So, if you want to be somebody, if you want to go somewhere, you better wake up and pay attention. Here are five tips to help get from big-time comedy aspirations to awkward, blinded-by-the-stage-lights reality. (more…)