Danielle
A native Philadelphian currently located in Australia, Danielle does that whole learning thing when not eating Tim Tams and watching “The Warriors” for the thirtieth time.  Other favourite pastimes include learning how to play punk songs on the ukelele, making MST3K-type commentary over bad movies with friends, getting lost in the woods, drinking way too many cups of tea, and talking in the third person. The closest to a sports injury she has ever received was a crushed hand from a freak bowling ball accident (those suckers bounce).  It’s pretty obvious why her column is entitled “Hi, I’m a Huge Nerd.”

Meg M.
Meg calls her column “Brace Yourself, Bridget” because that is the romantic definition of foreplay in Gaelic (and most likely, that line was how she was conceived). She enjoys travel, bathing, all things British (including foreskin), Netflix, her DVR and downloading itunes when she’s wasted. She lives and works in NYC. You can frequently find her in her apartment smoking Camel Lights and drinking Diet Coke.

Dena
Dena loves Axl Rose, nachos, reality television, Led Zeppelin, alcohol, her i-pod, movies about Sparta, books about Russian royalty, sleeping and listening to the theme song from “The Departed” before family gatherings. Dena studied art in college, which means she spent four years painting and listening to Bjork. When she’s not referencing her heyday in the 80’s and 90’s in her column, “Wait, What?” Dena runs an architecture and design firm with her husband.

Una
Una calls her column “Coutorture” because she enjoys a love/hate relationship with the fashion industry. Designers insist on either torturing her with lust-inducing garments waaaaay out of her price range or with inexplicable eyesores that confuse her even more than trying to pronounce Proenza Schouler. Over the years, Una has racked up considerable credit card debt buying things she doesn’t need but that make her look fabulous. She would like it known that she wore rompers as a baby, foreseeing the trend that would later emerge on emaciated adult women in the late aughts.  When not blogging on The Sassy Curmudgeon, or being a super-important magazine editor (her day job), Una waits for someone to bequeath her a large sum of money and silently judges other people’s outfits on the subway.

Jen Gore
Although Jen seems shy and demure, she is quite opinionated and self-righteous. It’s the subtlety that makes her charming. Born in the high desert of New Mexico, there is a good chance she might have been abducted and probed by UFOs at some point in her youth. That could, however, just be a reccurring dream. In any case, she has a venerable ear for great music, an unquenchable thirst for Bison Grass Polish Vodka, and a discriminating hunger for almost anything in the major food groups… her favorite food group? Ten Ren’s Bubble Tea, of course.

Faran
Hello: cashmere, Whole Foods, Facebook Scrabulous, The Whitney, avocados, Sondheim, running, miniskirts, dance parties, NARS lip stains, The Stones, Miu Miu flats, Bob Dylan, Luella Bartley, photography, 10-hour naps, working at Nylon Magazine. Goodbye: Black nail polish, tomato juice, Leonard Bernstein, Miu Miu heels, NARS lip gloss, The Guggenheim, Panic At the Disco, posing parties, Margiela, peanut butter, Trader Joe’s. Not Sure: Corduroy skinny jeans, the MoMA, Project Runway, iChat, dating, Lily Allen songs.

Vanessa H.
Vanessa H. is a writer. In her spare time she plays with her typewriter and wonders if she should have gone to medical school. She is afraid of semicolons and barracudas.

Hannah Duncan
Londoner, born and raised; sometime New York inhabitant. Slight anti-social tendencies, has a shameful soft spot for musicals and cheesy dance/hip hop movies, and likes to procrastinate from real work by making mix CDs. Spends money she doesn’t have on cameras and comic books. Not-so-secret nerd.

Quinn
In her private life Quinn is a world-traveling, camp-loving, Buddhism-studying, business-starting, Jewish-jabbering, dramatic-dancing, alliteration-adoring dorkus maximus. Professionally, she considers herself the “Garth Algar” of fashion.

Ellen Hart
If a genie let Ellen change the world with three wishes, she would get put an immediate rest to cable commercial bands. Then she’d probably work on saving the animals, since she has a major soft spot for all things cute and furry. Finally, she’d have Werner Herzog narrate her day-to-day life. But in her life without a genie, she enjoys word games, films, and finding the news before you do.

Jenny Penny
Jennifer Verdon, known to most as “Jenny Penny,” hails from Saratoga Springs in upsate New York. A former buyer for Marc Jacobs, Jenny traded her expensive handbags and fancy shoes for the excitement and allure of the music business. Jenny currently works for McGathy promotions/Indegoot management in New York City. At night she can be found bouncing around her neighborhood of the Lower East Side. Similar to the Tazmanian Devil her arrival, stay and departure are all felt by all. Wether you’re looking for serious answers to your silly questions, or silly answers to your serious ones, Jenny Penny serves up humor by the glassful. If you’re lucky, she’ll even throw in a side of love.

Karen Ruttner
Karen does NOT look like Brooke Hogan. She does NOT look like Jennifer Coolidge. She does NOT look like Kyndra from Laguna Beach. However, if you take the cougar sex tendencies of Jen-Jen, mixed with the really awesome denim chaps from Brooke’s collection and the side-splitting fact that Kyndra dropped out of high school and got breast implants, you pretty much have someone just like Karen. Only, Karen graduated with a film degree from Barnard, doesn’t like wearing pants, and prefers older men (namely, Robert Plant and Mick Jagger, please). Oh, and also, Karen is writing the sports column for Popserious because athletes are the new rock stars. Bring it on.

GB from GB
Gurj is as peculiar as her name would lead you to believe. Having relocated from London to New York, she loves to look at photos of fat cats online, is the best bargain hunter you’ll ever come across and can teach you how to call someone a dirty son of a bitch in Punjabi (”ghunda cootah!”). She prefers to watch movies that have been dubbed into Spanish (even though she can’t understand any Spanish) and believes her life is like one big long lyric from any song by The Smiths or N.W.A.

Sarah Lewitinn
Sarah Lewitinn, aka Ultragrrrl, is a kosher pescatarian (which basically means that the only animals she eats are scaled/backboned sea creatures). She’s been kosher all her life so she has no idea what bacon actually tastes like or the joys of a cheese burger. Sarah craves meat daily, but hasn’t indulged in the eating of land creatures for years. Sarah discovered her love for cooking after months of getting stoned and watching the food network all day and night. She also is the co-founder of Stolen Transmission Records and has been to Egypt twice.

Josh Adcock
Josh lives in Greenpoint, Brooklyn with his two cats, Bobo and Friendship. When not sitting at home wondering if people think he’s a weird ‘cat guy,’ Josh works as the sales manager for a European clothing designer. He’s been in the industry for 8 very, very long years and looks forward to one day leaving and opening a taco stand on a beach somewhere. Until then he’s a commited lottery player and sometimes critic of all things.

Lawrence
Lawrence’s column, “The Big Deal” is about the business of politics and the politics of business, though he hopes to expand it to other random interests such as real estate, numismatics, and early-’80s new wave and post-punk music. Lawrence has run for public office in New Jersey and has worked on Wall Street though he does neither now. He is unashamed of his pro-free market opinions, though he is ashamed that he still lives in the same studio apartment he bought (for $8,500!) right after he graduated college. He also occasionally writes a cantankerous column (”Why Lawrence Hates You”) which solely criticizes the comments you leave on our site.

Matt Rubanomous
The first time Matt Rubano saw ‘American Psycho’ he was startled by the uncanny similarities between Patrick Bateman and himself. No no no, not the brutally murdering and consuming the flesh of all those around him - the workout routine and skincare regime, silly! Besides that he’s just another guy in the East Village in tight pants who plays in a band. He tries to make the world a better place by mastering the bass guitar, reciting movie dialogue, endlessly pondering which of the X-Men he would be, and trying to subdue his Napoleon complex.

Gideon Yago
Gideon Yago has spent nearly his entire life in New York City. He still has no street cred. Yago used to be a journalist but now writes movies for a living.

Shruti Ganguly
Shruti grew up in Oman where she didn’t ride any camels. She went to high school in the Himalayas and got chased by monkeys. Then Shruti went to college in Chicago where llamas grazed by the river, and now she’s ended up in New York, where she runs after yellow cabs. She works in the film-media-marketing industries where she makes her ideas and others come to life. Shruti cut her teeth in Bollywood and continues to work with the Indian media and film. She loves popcorn and her favorite color is yellow.

Meredith Silverman
Meredith is finishing up a graduate degree at NYU’s ITP program and works at The-N. She enjoys doing arts and crafts, creating animations, and building websites for her friends. You might convince her to speak French if she’s had a scotch or two. On a typical day off, you’ll find her at home, cooking vegetarian food and listening to public radio.