4 Reasons Why Winter in NYC is the Season from Hell

Twice a year, every year, New Yorkers are forced to ask themselves the same question: “Why the hell do I live here?” I mean there are really only two seasons in NYC: summer and winter, and they’re both completely unbearable for most of their obnoxious stay.


 I mean it feels like just yesterday I was sunbathing in Central Park, feeling guilty for staying inside half the time. Now that it’s getting colder, I feel myself slowly slipping into my hibernation stage of denial, realizing that it could be snowing during our Spring Break – 4 MONTHS from now. The worst has yet to come and I’ll never be ready.


So what do we have to look forward to? Pretty much nothing and here’s why…

  1. It’s essentially impossible to look cute

Picking out a cute sweater and boots used to be a fashion statement, but when it gets down to below freezing temps, choosing the right clothing becomes a life-or-death survival strategy.

Reality part 22. Public transportation is a bust

In the winter months, the overall commuter mood takes a turn for the worst. Everything is effing frozen, so the trains get delayed. When trains take longer, hordes of angry people accumulate. If it wasn’t bad enough that you even had to get out of bed to wad your way through the Arctic Tundra, now you have to squeeze your way onto a packed train of miserable, putrid smelling humans.

3. Icy sidewalk sludge puddles from hell

Negative wind chills and navigating ice and snow carry their own unique form of misery. Negotiating the massive street corner slush lakes has become a New York winter staple. But I didn’t choose this life, I didn’t choose for my daily commutes to turn into Arctic expeditions. I lived in New York my whole life and will never get used to this shit.

4. It NEVER ends

The days are getting longer and my patience is wearing thin. It is during these times, when we endure months of winter knowing we still have months left to go, that even the strongest souls can be broken. But there’s always that one friend that says how much they love winter and I just sit there thinking how one person could enjoy feeling numb from below freezing wind chills and falling knee-deep in street corner slush puddles. But I have a message for those people…


All I have to say is – GOD SPEED. Oh, and don’t forget to tip your Seamless delivery bike riders A.K.A. the superheroes who bravely endure the hell trek to our studio “hibernation cave” apartments all to fill our bellies with the necessary carbs and comfort to distract us from the outside world. You the real MVP.

See you on the the flip side.

Xo, Broke & Bothered



5 Types of Subway Riders We All Love to Hate

If you work, go to school or just straight up live in NYC, the subway isn’t just your typical transportation system, it’s a way of life.


The MTA and I have a sort of love-hate relationship. We need one another, but I can certainly do without its obnoxious and inconsiderate riders. Yeah it’s cheap (depending on how many times a day you take the damn thing), but I could certainly do without the horrible, rat-infested deathtrap of homeless feces and trash that lingers below the busy streets.


Once you step foot into the city’s underworld only one thing is certain; nothing will prepare you for some of the ratchet people you will come into contact with on your innocent ride home from work. Examples are as follows…ENJOY.

  1. The Pole Hoggers

Butt1Feels nice and relaxing to lean on that pole and have it all to yourself, eh? Well, just as you shouldn’t take up more than one seat on a crowded subway, you shouldn’t take up more than one hand placement on a subway pole. Isn’t this common sense?! Well, if I learned anything throughout my 20-something years in existence, it’s that common sense IS NOT very common. Share the effing pole people!

2. The Last Minute Squeezers


There’s honestly nothing worse then waiting at the train station for an extra 5 minutes because people keep piling in when the doors are closing on them. Better yet, it’s your 9am commute, AKA Worst Time of Your Life, and when you think you couldn’t be more on top of the person next to you, surprise surprise, the last minute squeezers hold the doors open enough to push there way through, leaving you to lean on other people to balance yourself cause lord knows you won’t ever reach a pole.

3. The Backpacker

campingI can’t tell you how many times I’ve been on the subway and some prick has a backpack full of god knows what that sticks out a good 3 feet behind them and they’ll unknowingly swing it around and hit people with it. I always wondered where I got random bruises from…put that sh*t on the floor will you?! And no, don’t put it in the seat next to you. K thanks.

4. The One That Won’t Move to the Middle of the Train


If you walk into a subway car with 10 or so people waiting behind you and you stand by the door instead of moving towards the middle of the car, YOU are the bane of my existence.

How to not suck: unless you are the last person to get onto the train at that stop, move to the middle of the train so people don’t need to maneuver around your dumb a$$.

5. The Impatient A-holes


These creatures are beyond the worst. Something that seems so obvious goes right over all of these peoples heads. When a train pulls up to the station, LET PEOPLE EXIT BEFORE YOU START ENTERING THE SUBWAY. Is it that difficult? Holy hell.

And my final thoughts on this topic:



Read this to see what your subway style says about you.

And if you’re feeling frisky, join Improv Everywhere for the No Pants Subway Ride 2016 this January 10th in NYC…#holler

Xo, Broke & Bothered

How Us Gals Really Feel About Catcallers

Living in NYC, especially as a woman, means you’ve probably had some truly disgusting comments thrown your way. And living in a place where you’re forced to walk, subway, or bus it almost anywhere you go, it’s nearly impossible to steer clear of unnecessary and disrespectful comments from construction workers and drug addicts roaming the streets, or the infamous cat caller on wheels (bike, skates, or in a car). Perfection.


It seems as if catcalling has become some type of competitive sport these days, with dedicated “waste of my time” asshats working overtime to make sure that women feel like they aren’t entitled to walk around city streets (or anywhere else for that matter) without hearing unsolicited comments about their appearance, sexual desirability, or whether they’d look prettier if they smiled.


If wearing a down coat in February makes you think that I’m seeking attention while walking home from work, you have some serious issues. I’ve heard it all. Everything from “Damn Mami, let me get some of that” and “That ass” to “Hey baby, lemme take you home tonight” and other ones that are way too foul to say, even for this blog. I don’t believe in violence (well, kinda), but honestly, I’d like to smack them upside the head and ask them how they’d feel if someone talked to their daughter like that. I don’t care what your “packing,” I’m NOT interested. k?

3eaef960-0c72-0133-45c2-0a2ca390b447Dear nice guys who just wanted to say hi, the a**holes ruined it for you. Try policing your friends and then maybe we can talk in hm, I don’t know, 5 years or so? #Thanks.

If a man wants to approach you and tell you how amazing you look, you deserve to be told in with respect. You’re not an animal, so there’s absolutely no reason why you should be getting treated like one. But for now, I suggest ignoring them all together. These sickos won’t stop and they don’t deserve the satisfaction of a response, so don’t even waste your energy. You’re sexy AF and the only person you need to be telling you that is YOU.


Stay safe out there ladies…

Xo, Broke & Bothered

9 No Money November Struggles Only Told Through GIFs

Unfortunately, No Money November is drawing to a close, but not to worry because Still in Debt December is right on the horizon. Just in time for the most joyous, money sucking holiday of them all.


If you’re reading this blog because your hoping for a cure to the broke bitch breakdown you’re currently having because NYC is so goddamn expensive, this probably isn’t the outlet for you. However, until we’re making it rain with hundreds, we have every right to vent our frustration. I figured the only way I could capture the real struggle of being broke in your twenties during the brink of the holidays is through GIFs, as it’s a lot more entertaining and a tad less depressing of a reality check. Let’s give it a try…

1. This is how you feel when the only reason you’re excited for Thanksgiving is because it’s probably the first real meal you’ll be consuming since the last time you visited home. Whoops.

Food first

2. When you realize all of the people you have to buy Christmas presents for this year…


3. When you start receiving cards and gifts from friends and family in the mail and a piece of you to dies inside because you know you’ll have to send them something in return to be polite.


4. When you hate people but need to save money so you make the trip out to the mall on Black Friday A.K.A. the day from hell, hoping to save money on gifts for your 15 cousins, 10 friends from school, 5 friends from home, uncles, aunts, mom, dad, brother, sister…are you ready to hurl just yet?


5. When you accidentally re-gift to the original gifter…(a silent exit is probably the most acceptable action at that point)


6. When your friends want to go out to dinner before the holiday break but you’re still reluctant to treat yourself…


7. When it feels like the ATM is mocking you.







8. When you see the prices on the Starbucks holiday drink menu and you’re thinking for that price the sh*t better be sprinkled with 24-carat gold sprinkles


9. And when you’re low key stressing because you realize your halfway through the year, graduating soon, still making minimum wage, student loan bills are going to start rolling in and you have no effing clue what you want to do with your life.


Many say that money doesn’t buy happiness, and I don’t know about you, but if I had more money I’d be a hell of a lot happier! But hey, as I always say, this too shall pass and one can only hope that as our age increases, so does the size of our wallets.

Until next time…

Xo, Broke & Bothered.

How to deal with FOMO in NYC

So much to do, so little time…but should FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) prevent us from unlocking all the awesome yet terrible things NYC has to offer? Absolutely not. So, get off you’re a$$es and let’s deal with this disorder together.


Ok, so until I moved to New York City, I never suffered from FOMO. This place has something going on literally every minute of every second of every day, and I, like many other New Yorkers, can’t help but feel like I’m missing out when I find myself staying home on the weekends, watching Netflix, and catching a severe case of cabin fever.


Before we go into coping mechanisms, we must first realize that #FOMO is an unwinnable game, even for the very people that are eliciting our jealousy through Instagram. Those hotshot Insta kings & queens that seem to be doing the most fashionable, enviable and stylish things are the very individuals with the most hyperactive case of FOMO. Do you know how much work it must take to be one of those people? All the effort that goes into making one’s life look and seem absolutely perfect?


With that being said, it’s very possible to curb these distractions. I’m not sure if the fear of missing out is something we’re born with, develop over time or is directly related to our use of social media. One thing is for sure though: social media makes that FOMO trait surface with every sininstagram-likesgle refresh of our Instagram feeds. Between the number of likes on Facebook and hearts on Instagram, we have become virtually obsessed with gaining public approval of everyone on the web. It’s as if we achieve some type of social media high from witnessing the number of likes increase or feel mildly depressed when something we post doesn’t meet our minimum like requirements. WHO HAVE WE BECOME?

It’s time to live in the moment and make it harder for those distractions to get to us. A 30 day social media diet perhaps? It’s up to you…


If a social media cleanse isn’t an option, just plan ahead, be adventurous and GET OUT of that tiny shoebox of yours. You never have to be stuck in your one-room apartment unless you choose to. So when FOMO strikes, create an NYC bucket list, take a walk in Central Park, EatWith strangers, go for a jog on the west side, meet up with a friend for brunch/lunch/drinks, window shop, see a last-minute Broadway show, join a MeetUp, visit a cheap day spa, and seek out some local festivals/street fairs. You got this.


Remember, tomorrow is another day in the Big Apple, and most of those star-studded, most-go events and only-in-New York attractions you missed out on will still be there tomorrow, replaced by something even more desirable. However, New York will always be New York. Remember how lucky you are to be here and take advantage of that sh*t!


Xo, Broke & Bothered.