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We Recommend: The Intouchables


I know many of you may have already seen this movie, but, if not, you must. It's one of the best movies I've seen in years. The film is based on a true story, which makes it even more wonderful. The writing is superb (even translated). The acting is phenomenal. And the setting is in Paris, which I have been yearning for lately. I cried more than a few times from laughter but also from the incredibly touching story. Watch the trailer below. You'll see what I'm talking about. 

Have you seen this movie? What did you think?

Creative Ways to Help with Hurricane Sandy Relief

By Molly Yeh

Heads up, readers. We're having some issues with our linking in posts. Our hosting platform, Squarespace, is aware of the issue, but they have their hands full trying to keep things running post-hurricane. We're super grateful for the amazing service they provide, so we're not complaining. We just wanted to apologize for the inconvenience!

❤ listen to amazing music. The record label for some of the most unbelievable new music on the planet, New Amsterdam Records, had their headquarters destroyed. Buy some of their albums (like my current obsession, one of their newest releases, roomful of teeth), and/or donate to their relief fund here http://www.newamsterdampresents.com/?p=2507.

❤ eat + cook. Most of my favorite restaurants had to close during the storm, and some remain closed. On top of their lost work days, a few are having to do a ton of repair work (like Mile End - their bakery and smokehouse were completely destroyed, and One Girl - their dumbo store was flooded). If you're in the city, eat out and tip well. If you're not in the city, buy cookbooks from New York restaurants. Mile End, Clinton Street Baking Company, The Frankies, Shopsin's, and One Girl have some of my favorites, but of course there are a million more.

❤ drink. Breweries and bars were also severely damaged. If you're in Brooklyn, come have a drink with me at the Sip Away Sandy Bar Crawl (http://brooklynexposed.com/events/entry/7438/2012-11-03) tomorrow. If you're in other Sandy-affected areas, organize your own Sip Away Sandy, and remember to tip well. If you're not in a Sandy-affected area, see if you can find beer from Sixpoint or Brooklyn Breweries (Sixpoint's Brewery and Brooklyn's New York Warehouse were hit hard).

❤ play music. Organize a concert, and do good with your earnings (perhaps send them to one of the organizations listed here).

donate blood or money to the Red CrossKeep it simple, and make a real difference. 

Have another idea on how to help? Leave it in the comments section!

Classic Bar Essentials for the Holidays

Well, it's November, and, ready or not, it's time to start thinking about the holidays! We are especially excited for holiday gatherings this year, and that means making sure our home bars are in working order. We've found a whole bunch of affordable items that we wanted to share with you that will help make any get together a definite success.


Stock your bar with essential spirits: vodka, gin, whiskey, rum, and vermouth. Keep Maraschino cherries, bitters, limes, and seltzer and tonic water on hand for last-minute parties. Also, make sure to have a bottle of sparkling apple cider chilling in the refrigerator for guests who prefer not to drink alcohol.

What do you keep in your home bar?

Boo! Our Best Costumes...


Happy Halloween! So maybe you’re not trick-or-treating, but we hope you haven’t grown out of playing dress-up this year. In honor of this spooky celebration, some of our editors are sharing their favorite costumes ever. Get ready for some serious cuteness and craftiness. No bellybuttons or gratuitous upper thighs on show. 

We’d love to see yours! Tweet us a photo of this year’s costume or your favorite ever, and we’ll retweet for all to see. Now, excuse us, there are some mini chocolate bars and caramel apples calling our names.

Jackie: The Hipster (jacpfef.blogspot.com)
Halloween 2010: I got a T-shirt with a kitten on it, I wore yellow tights and a gray wool skirt (I had a floral one, but it was way too short and that's not how I roll on Halloween), strapped one of my Polaroid cameras around my neck, wore red lipstick, drew a mustache on my finger, and wore a head band as a crown then drank PBR all night. It was pretty awesome and even better - anyone who didn't know me kept asking me why I didn't dress up. Just another hipster in the West Village!

Emily: The Jellyfish (twitter.com/missemilyrack)
While all my classic 90s getups are stowed away in a box somewhere, my most recent Halloween costume was a jellyfish. A last-minute, but surprisingly awesome, crowd-pleaser! I scrabbled around with streamers, an umbrella, and some double-sided tape until I had this easy-as-pie ensemble. Maybe best not to try if you are superstitious (open umbrella inside and all), but if you’re still looking for something utterly doable, I’m telling you that this little number will not disappoint.

Molly: The Schnitzel (mynameisyeh.com)
Halloween for me has rarely been about becoming a person of another profession or an animal or a slutty this or a slutty that so much as it has been about displaying an obsession on a very, very large scale. My personal favorite was 2010's costume: a wiener schnitzel. Naturally, I waited until the night before Halloween to sew the entire thing by hand. And naturally, at about 3:00 a.m., I was in tears and with half of a glob-shaped dress that a sixth-grader could have sewn. I somehow powered through, attached my lemon and parsley, and had a wonderful time at a friend's Halloween bash where the guesses as to what my costume was ranged from Long Island iced tea to poop. For directions on how to make your own schnitzel costume, click here.

Celeste: The Angel (celesteswanderlust.blogspot.com)
I know I look like a nun, a nurse, or a baby pope, but I'm actually an angel, and this is one of the earliest Halloweens I remember. I was about five years old, and my brother, Ron, was seven. Now, can we shift our attention over to him and appreciate his stone-cold Batman face? 

Camilla: The Cheetah (camillaleila.com)
My best Halloween costume was definitely my first one. I mean, you just can't beat a little bald cheetah with one ear up. I'm not normally one for dressing up (bah humbug, I know), but I'm pretty happy my mother got me into these glamorous feetie pajamas.

By Emily Rack

Guest Post: {Do Something That Scares You} Making Friends With Fear

Danielle Buckley Park is an American girl with Tennesse roots living in South Korea. She spends her days taking care of her son, Jude, and coveting coffee breaks with her Korean husband. She writes during naptimes at Wonju Wife (http://tuesdaysborrower.blogspot.com/) and composes letters to her son at Hey Jude (http://heyjudepark.blogspot.com/).

Art by Jody Corcoran-Salem

Art by Jody Corcoran-Salem

The person doesn’t understand me. This is the first thing that could happen, even if my sentence is grammatically correct and as close to native pronunciation as I will ever get. This is most likely because the listener didn't expect his own language from this chubby baby-toting white woman.

The second possibility is more embarrassing and becoming more common. I am able to start a conversation with the woman next to me on the subway. I am able to answer her questions. I can tell her where I'm from, how old Jude is, his birthday. Yes, he has a Korean name. Yes, he is breastfed. No, his father is Korean. We met in England. We live with my in-laws, and we are English teachers. After that, the conversation comes to an abrupt halt as we run into less rehearsed territory. Since I've been able to understand and respond to everything up to this point, there is usually a lot of repetition in a louder voice because obviously I just didn't hear the question. Then comes the mortifying part: the part where I have to repeat, "I don't understand" a million times in order to bring this fiasco to an end. 

The third occurrence is my least favorite. I greet someone and because I have done so properly and without too much of a ridiculous accent, the other person bombards me with a few paragraphs. They usually begin with an exclamation about how great my Korean is, even though I uttered only a single word, and then advance into who-knows-what because I'm not actually that good at Korean. I meet moms feeding their babies all the time in the nursing rooms of department stores, supermarkets, and subways. But after comparing baby birthdays and where we live, it's usually over.

This is my social life. The one I lead outside of the Internet and outside of the precious few and dear native-English-speaking friends I have. I have a few degrees in my own language, so this inability to express myself is unusual and disconcerting. Being unable to ask for what I want, or perhaps what my baby needs, is an insecurity I'm eager to overcome. I'm afraid, also, of looking like a complete imbecile. Every time I open my mouth in order to twist my tongue around this language, all these scenarios of being misunderstood and made to look like an idiot run through my mind, translating into a quaking fear, knocking the knees of my insides.

But at the same time, there is another fear sitting deep within the center of me - the fear that I will never fit here, find my place, or have an authentic conversation with the people around me. I am scared of the isolation and loneliness that already keep me and Jude in the house more often than not. I'm afraid he won't have any friends and my isolation will contribute somehow to his own. He will already have to fight for his place in this society as a biracial, bicultural child. I'm scared to death of not being able to communicate with his school teachers, that I might miss something vital. I'm worried that I won't ever grasp the fullness of who my husband is while he must always express himself in a second language. I'm also worried that if I don't learn this language, I'll never appreciate what he went through learning mine.

This nagging thought that I'm living half a life - that there is so much more waiting for me through the door of Korean - this thought is more frightening than looking like a fool. It's scarier than being judged and only understanding that the group of kids on the sidewalk think I'm fat and not being able to respond. It's worse than the feeling of indebtedness to the few Korean mothers who struggle through a half-English-half-Korean coffee hour to make me feel like I have a friend. I always feel like I take more than I'm able to give in those situations. It's more awful than uttering these strange sounds and being answered with arched-eyebrow, open-mouthed stares.

So I will continue to shove these weird and wonderful words into my brain between breastfeeding and laundry. I will keep smiling and having shallow conversations on the subway. And I will never stop listening to this language that my husband's heart dreams in and my son's mind will form thoughts in at least half the time. I will daily greet this fear of speaking Korean. I will shake its hand, bow my head toward it, and loudly give my best "안녕하세요." Because the best parts of my life could be waiting behind it.