More bleak news on the jobs front: April’s national job growth was just so-so, with the US economy adding only 115,000 jobs. Even though the unemployment rate shimmied down from 8.2 percent to 8.1 percent, it’s because a whole bunch of people gave up on looking for work altogether. We’ll let the experts slice and dice that stat for you, along with what it means for Obama, porkbelly futures and a brokester in Palm Beach who would, unfathomably, rather clean up after a suicide than hang a sex swing, whatever that is. (Is the sex swing job still available?) But this is a drizzly Friday morning and who wants to start the weekend in a zero-growth economic funk? Thus begins today’s open thread, awkwardly renamed brokes populi until we come up with something better: Do you have any good news to report on your own personal jobs front? Any coups, triumphs, actual paid employment to brag about? Any exciting interviews that you don’t want to jinx by talking about? Or if you just want to bitch about your crap situation, OK, you can do that too. While we’re all chatting, do you have a better name than brokes populi? We’ll send you a Brokelyn t-shirt if you nail it.
The most unqualified person ever to be elected president has officially been sworn in and he’s carrying with him into Washington a quiver of cronies. It’s hard to distill a lesson from all this other than failing upwards is becoming the only exercise some Americans get any more. We’ve seen Trump’s nominees flub their interviews, showing up […]
If you’re one of those lucky people with the luxury of time for a sit-down daytime meal during the typical work week (or just someone who’s underemployed, a la this girl) you now have another great option for your weekday #firstmeal. Rider, the light-filled Williamsburg spot attached to non-profit music venue National Sawdust, has been […]
What makes a Brooklyn bar? Is it the wood? Is is the draft list that features only craft beer and local breweries? Is it the bartender, whose surly, I’ve-seen-it-all disposition seems out of sync with his youth? And which of these things explains why you find yourself so hopelessly drawn through the door, night after night, […]