We were out getting soused at Lit and Whimsy last night, so we missed this week’s Stephen Starr Live, I mean Real World Philadelphia last night. Send us updates, people. We’ll post ‘em. Just be sure to say Every Name of Every Bar just like they do on the show.

Seriously: Why does it seem like every other story Philly Mag runs comes off like the first act of Dead Mean Don’t Wear Plaid? The film-noir by way Sonny and Cher tone is usually serviceable for pieces about athletes and bloated city council folks, but c’mon. Applying it to McGreevey makes me think that at [...]

Lit And Whimsy, Doree Schafrir’s new monthly reading series/PhillyWeekly egostroke is back tonight at Tritone. This month’s theme? Work! Go for the Spikol, stay for the Bader!
The Hinterlands: Living History! 300 Upper Darby dickweeds fighting!
The Bird Blobs at the Khyber. All the way from Australia. We just like the name.

Realization causes realtors and small time landlords to cream their jeans. White parents confused.
And look at you, you jackass. You thought it was the fucking Ministry of Information.
Inky: I Can’t Believe We’re Not The Center of The Universe!

Oh man, the trainwrecks that crop up when Philadelphians approach fabulousity. Today, two shining examples: AroundPhilly.com plays justify-your-existence with a prideful fat chick, and some loser on Craigslist posts something impenetrably stupid about “Hot Gay Babies” at Bump. Is that a club or something? Wow, maybe we should go!
Around Philly: It Sucks That You’re Not [...]

Last Friday we posted an item about Concerts For Change promoter Amanda Kimmell throwing a world class shit fit on some hipster message board. Basically, she wanted to call out Khyber booker Stacie George for not letting the bands have enough guests on their lists or… whatever, it was total bullshit anyway. So we linked [...]