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How many times have you heard some old person complain about what the kids are listening to these days? (Oh, yesterday, from me?) It's a certainty, like death and taxes, that popular music will only cause the furrowed brows of the cool kids of yesteryear to become more creased, their now wrinkled hands forming into limp fists raised slightly in the air as the loose skin on those arms shake with a ferocity only matched by the senility so depressingly spouting from their typing fingers. Do not dare hush them! They have opinions, and they are always correct! Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Musto has something to say about the current state of pop music! 

When you stick hundreds of New Yorkers into a space the size of an amphitheatre, filled with over 80 of the five borough’s top restaurants, alcoholic beverages, and desserts, and tell them it’s “all-you-can-eat and drink,” what happens?

March means erratic weather, boozy St. Patrick's Day festivities, and above all things, people filling out brackets because of college basketball or something. Out of it, a trend seems to have emerged of pop culture-loving websites making pop culture-focused brackets. Here are three alternatives for those who don't feel like weighing in on sports right now. 

● Don't you just hate when your crotchless leather pants get caught in your 8-inch heels and you fall in front of the entire world? [Styleite] ● Harrison Ford wore Wrangler jeans to his wedding, which seems preferable to his Indiana Jones and Han Solo outfits, because whips and sabers are just embarrassing. [People] ● Daniel Radcliffe on hearing Justin Bieber for the first time: "I genuinely thought it was a woman singing." Celeb beef is just what these two weenies need. [MTV]

I was shocked to wake up this morning and discover that not everyone loves the Rusty Knot (yes, restaurant news trumps international headlines any day). Since opening in March, the faux-nautical bar has been a shipyard of celebrity cool (Jay-Z and LeBron James are frequenters) and drunken hipsters (because in New York, hipsters have money). My one experience there was during a party for David Schwimmer’s comedy Run Fatboy Run, where I shared cheese balls with Judah Friedlander, who was incredibly stoked about all the free (and delicious) hors d’oeuvres. But not everyone is keen on the Knot.