Look at her, she looks thrilled to be avoiding baggage fees! via Orion
Baggage fees, we all hate baggage fees. We hate that so much that we all bring clearly oversized bags onto planes as carry on items and pretend not to hear flight attendants asking if anyone can maybe just check their bag because the cabin is out of room. There’s a way out of this socially graceless phenomenon though, and all it takes is you signing up with a company that will turn your luggage into a rolling ad in exchange for paying your baggage fees. Would you become a walking Minions billboard (and have a GPS installed in your bag, no biggie) in order to never pay baggage fees again? (more…)
As you can see, Downtown Maplewood is the spitting image of Brooklyn. via Flickr user Jazz Guy
We all have fun with the “X is the next Brooklyn” trope, despite the fact that it’s silly and mostly done as an attention-grabbing act by desperate real estate reporters or people looking to get some cheap heat for their city. Here’s the thing though: At least it’s usually done in service of pumping up a city, as opposed to today’s attempt at crowning a new Brooklyn, in which the far away New Jersey suburbs Maplewood and South Orange are somehow just like our borough:
Maplewood and South Orange have been unofficially dubbed “Brooklyn West.” Realtors throughout the area say the towns are attracting hordes of new residents from the NYC borough, and some have started capitalizing on the trend.
“It doesn’t seem to be a financial factor driving them (out of Brooklyn),” Keane said. “It’s a lot of young couples looking to start families or with young kids. I think it’s the family aspect (drawing them here).”
Well, we didn’t say the dogs would like it. Photo by Scott Lynch
It’s been months since he entered the presidential race, and Donald Trump’s lead in the polls might not be a stranglehold, but it does continue to exist. America’s richest racist uncle is here to stay for the foreseeable future, and that means weird stunts based around his campaign can keep happening. Today’s weird stunt is brought to you by the Trump-baiting piñata smashers at Ratter, who rather than choosing a hat-based challenge to Trump like Mayor Tall, are asking people to pick up their dog poop with Trump poop bags. Of course, they need someone to hand out those bags so that Trump’s face can wind up shit-smeared and buried in trash cans across our great city, and you can be that person. Even better, you can get paid. (more…)
You’ll have to drink a lot of wine to see any ghosts on this tour. Photos by Meghan Stephens.
You may have heard that just in time for spooky season, the borough is now home to the brand-new Brooklyn Paranormal Society — a group of ghost-hunters who advertise an enticing blend of drinking, paranormal history lessons and an investigation of the spiritual forces that may surround us. The mix of attractions for the first outing a few weeks ago was right up our alley: drinking on a weeknight, starting at a bar in Fort Greene, then moving on to boozing in the park and, most importantly, hunting for ghosts. Even if you don’t believe in ghosts, hearing haunting tales while drinking outdoors sounds like a pretty fun free way to spend a fall evening.
These ghostbusters are hardly Peter Venkmans or Egon Spenglers, though. The group is led by an amateur foursome of Brooklynites who advertise the Meetup events as BYOB boos-and-booze bonanzas. They’re holding another one tonight in Prospect Park, which has already attracted lots of media attention. The organizers are enthusiastic, but if you’re expecting any ghost-hunting expertise, set your proton packs to “low expectations.” It felt a lot like what would happen if your high school friends got their hands on some “ghost-hunting” equipment and a box of wine.
Here’s how the first-ever outing of Brooklyn’s own artisanal ghostbusters went down: (more…)
As soon as websites started competing for EXCLUSIVES to determine how much pizza Pizza Rat actually ate and publications wrote highbrow thinkpieces about it and people hauled out cheap imitations like Milkshake Squirrel, you knew that Pizza Rat was an Official Thing of 2015. All Official Things of a given year wind up with Halloween costumes, and we don’t begrudge America’s cash-in costuming industry for grabbing at dollars. Still, a line has to be drawn somewhere, and we’re drawing it here, today. This Sexy Pizza Rat costume is all sorts of wrong, and it just needs to go. (more…)
Look, we understand the Islanders’ move to Brooklyn was never going to be smoothest relocation imaginable, what with a devoted fanbase in the suburbs and cranky bloggers who allegedly know nothing about hockey throwing rocks at them. That being said, it hasn’t been made any easier by some self-inflicted wounds like hundreds of obstructed-view seats or a goal horn that the team’s existing fans immediately turned against or that boring black and white jersey. Barclays Center CEO Brett Yormark went on the radio to defend the team’s choice of goal horn and alternate jersey color scheme, and while doing so, blurted out that everyone knows that Brooklyn’s official colors are black and white (they are not). Well, at least we know he has the same deep connection to Brooklyn history as he does to our country music scene. (more…)
Last week, we alerted you to the pissed off residents of a Park Slope block haunted by a mysterious person or persons dumping shit, piss and used feminine hygiene products all over the block. With police claiming they couldn’t do anything about it, we figured that was the end of the story, but then one of the residents on 17th Street and 6th Avenue reached out to us to let us know that it was widely known around the neighborhood who was engaging in this disgusting act. This anonymous resident shared a video with us that you can see above, a video he claims captured the neighborhood poop bandits who he referred to as “Stan” and “Nancy,” in the act. (more…)