Beware of BC under Hotel 51 Bowery (50 Bowery St, giving you the address because they wanted it to stay a secret). I’ll make it my mission to tell any woman of color to stay the hell out of this place.

I’ve gotten into some of the most exclusive night clubs in NYC. The Box, Outer Heaven, Gospel, Monkey Bar, places that don’t have a name and places I can’t name. I say this because BC claims to be the most exclusive of all of them now. If exclusive means ‘overtly racist’, they may be on to something.

I’ll give you the tea and receipts.

On Saturday, October 10, the bouncer at BC came up to my friend and I, after letting us in 30 minutes prior, and said verbatim: “Y’all can finish your drinks, but I’ve been asked by management if you’d be able to leave the premises after.”

My friend, an Indian woman, and myself, Black, were notably the only two customers in the ‘club’ that were darker than a vanilla latte.

My friend was completely sober, she doesn’t drink. I’d had two drinks over the course of three hours.

Let’s start at the beginning. For a place so ‘exclusive’, my friend and I were able to walk right in. The bouncer didn’t check our IDs. After a group of about 10 girls in front of us decided to leave, we walked up to the front of the line.

Me: So are we able to get in?
Bouncer: Go right ahead. No need to see your IDs.

Cool.

When we walked into BC at 11:30, we were the first ones there. Dead club. A beautiful club, to be fair. Also dead.

The bartenders were two very nice gentlemen who gave my friend a ginger ale and myself an espresso martini on the house, presumably for being the first ones there. Alright, amazing.

We sit at a random ass table. And we literally just talk. We don’t approach anyone, no one approaches us, we mind our own business and we gossip like friends do. I stand by everything I said that night and would say it just as easily in front of my mother as I would one of my closest friends.

Then at midnight, the same bouncer who lets us in asks us to leave. At this point, there’s about 20 people in the dead club. I can’t help but wonder why. My friend was wearing a cute top and mini skirt. I myself was wearing a black mini-dress. But in the entire club, I saw only one Black gender-ambiguous person (who was absolutely fabulous, and I am certain an employee of the establishment), my friend, and myself.

I ask to speak to management. The manager, Adam, immediately dismisses us. I shake his hand, introduce myself, and ask why we’re being kicked out. He said it was the ‘discretion of the bouncers’.

Me: Well, as a woman of color, I feel —

He didn’t let me finish my sentence. He literally turned his back to me, and had two bouncers kick us out.

I have never had something like this happen in my life. I showed up in a space as a Black woman, and I got ‘kicked out’ not for my outfit, not for my behavior, not for anything I can control. I understand clubs can kick people out for any reason, or no reason at all. But I do not believe an establishment that kicks out the only dark-skinned customer in the bar is acting in good faith.

What happened on October 10 at BC was discrimination, and I will not accept it.

I’ll do whatever I can to make sure my voice is heard on this. If you have any advice for ways I can make sure this message is amplified, let me know. Reporters, content creators, writers.

And if BC Club wants to roll the tapes back, I fucking dare them. Please do.

TLDR: ‘Exclusive’ nightclub (BC) kicks out two women of color without reason, could not provide an explanation when asked, and actively exhibits racial discrimination.

If you lost a pair of gorgeous sunglasses on the hill behind Le Pain Quotidian near the Sheep Meadow, dm me the brand and I'll get them back to you
PS-you have excellent taste.

I found out about maiden lane through a post here and would like to know if anyone here has any experience with doctors at maiden lane medical specifically with Hysteroscopic polypectomy, hysteroscopic myomectomy
and Endometriosis. I met Dr. Emily Blanton. I have polyps and probably fibroid that I am considering surgery. I also mentioned that I suspect endo and the office made an appointment for me with an endo specialist. She asked me to cancel that and said she’ll take care of me. It was a lot of info at once and I asked her if there’s any research papers or resources to read about endo, she said she doesn’t know any. Later I realized she may not be endo specialist. I just feel a little unsure about moving forward with her regarding endo and want to ask her if anyone has had any experience with her.

Looking for a roughly $500 or less cooking, crafting, etc class for 2 for a date night! Open to making anything but want to have fun and be romantic.

It’s a gorgeous evening in NYC tonight. I should want to be out and about, but I just feel like staying home—and I feel bad about it! Anyone else ever deal with this? What do you do to soothe your guilt?

Im devastated. I live in the city, and I want to go to support our sister Jane Doe at Ithaca, Oct 13th.

Would love for us to go and show our solidarity for her. Maybe car pools can be arranged? Anyone know of any?

Also if anyone knows of any protest in NYC as well, pls share.

I am fucking livid and full of rage.

Hi bwt, maybe this is more of a rant, but every year I try my hardest not to get irritated by hosting; and I fail. I’ve been in the city 6 years living with my now husband for 3. We have a 2 bedroom in a prime location so we are often asked to host.

I’ve gotten better at saying no to people I don’t really know, but I have a literal string of non stop guests starting form yesterday to November 11, all of them close family or friends I would normally love to host if it was not back to back.

I get so irritable even when I have a good time! I hate having to clean before, making sure we have groceries, etc just in case, and feeling obligated to spend every minute doing something.

I have lived in other smaller cities and find that hosting in nyc just adds an additional layer of stress because people come here to party and go out, which I don’t mind doing, but it’s just a lot of pressure. No one has been crazy about it, we’re all in our 30s, but you know it just feels lame to be like let’s stay home and watch a movie tonight lol. My biggest pet peeve is when people lean on you to plan the whole day

I do go to the office 3x a week but that is not alone time for me at all. I am in a very people oriented role and I’m already evil coming home.

Love living in nyc and feel lucky to have people who want to visit but how to stop feeling so ungrateful and exhausted all the time??

ETA: I’m Indian I cannot say no these are all my first cousins and my brother in law. It’s not an option. Also some of yall are rude, I said I’m ranting and have said no multiple times, it’s just this time I could not with the timing.

ETA: I guess I am a bad BWT because I don’t want to lie lol. I’ve lied many times to friends but I don’t want to lie to my family that I like. Moral of the story is It’s hard to find a balance between being there for your community and yourself! Good night 😜

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Has anyone here hosted or attended a private party in The Nook (the downstairs space at Dylan Murphy’s on the UES)?
I’m considering booking it for my friends surprise party for around 30–50 people and would love to hear from anyone who has actually used the space. Mainly curious about the overall vibe, how it felt with that size group, service/bar setup, and how music worked downstairs.
I’ve found plenty of reviews for Dylan Murphy’s itself but not much specifically about parties in The Nook!