This post was made possible by the fine people at Rogue & Saint. Wanna sponsor a post or advertise? Email Alex@BrokeAssStuart.com I’ve never been much for exercise. Ok, that’s an understatement. I’ve pretty much always loathed it. That never really mattered too much when I was younger because I had
I have an issue with the gym. Every time I walk into its dry, conditioned air, and see all the people running on their hamster tracks, all I can think is “THIS IS SO FUCKING UNNATURAL. Why are people doing this?” Well, except when I used to go to my
To the ones who have had some trouble holding down a job, or the ones who have had extreme difficulty actually landing a job to hold down, or the ones who simply just cannot work, here’s some good news. There are actually perks to being an unemployed citizen; a person
Before you dismiss this article as the blog equivalent of a late night infomercial from which you’ll probably end up spending at least $75 on “miracle” makeup powder (I’m looking at you, Bare Escentuals), hear me out. I recently found myself on the pudgier side of the scale (THANKS holidays,
I, like many others, love myself a little Latin flavor. I also– like many others– enjoy gyrating in a semi-slutty way, while wearing stretchy pants, and a ponytail, and sweating out all of my toxins in a roomful of other ladies doing the same thing. What I’m describing here is
My recommendation for Wednesday, June 27th: Step 1: Put on those sweat pants or shorts or whatever the hell you want, and get over to the Body Actualized Center at 9 pm. Step 2: Feel slightly awkward and overly concerned with not looking like an idiot for approximately two minutes.
Straight ladies,gay gents, and those in between: think about what makes a man attractive to you. Is he passionate about life? Does he respect you? Does he make you laugh, and make you think about deep, philosophical shit? If you got knocked up and had a baby, would you not