Tuesday, October 14 at 6pm, BrokeAssStuart.com is celebrating our young, broke and beautiful existence in New York City with the Young, Broke and Beautiful Party at the Dardy Bar (245 South 1st Street) in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Living in New York City can be tough at times. That’s
Last week, I read a thoughtful article on this site by Jamal Frederick entitled “Tipping While Black- The Struggles of a Black Barman.” I encourage you to read it. It offers keen insight into the racial attitudes and discrepancies characteristic of tipped service work. It also reinforced the strong opinions
It may have been a hard 10 years since Mean Girls was released in theaters, where Regina George experienced a cataclysmic fall from the social hierarchy. But it seems now, more than ever, the rules still apply; different scenarios. More money. Same rules. When I get behind on bills, it’s
Over 10 million Americans are still unemployed. It’s bad, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We can thank those considerate people in Congress for making an already dire situation much worse when, in December 2013, they simply allowed the emergency unemployment benefits to expire for 1.4 million Americans.
At the moment, I have enough money to get by. That means I can survive on the bare minimum. Over the last 27 years of my life, money has come and gone, mimicking life’s peaks and valleys. And just like life, I won’t complain about its ups and downs because
A brand new collection of Broke-Ass Stuart's writing made up of some of his most famous pieces and new things never before published.
Because of America’s obsession with lists, I present to you, the struggling artist, the top five things every artist does not want to hear. Let it be known that this list is not so much intended for readers like you, but your friends, family and colleagues, who have a large
For many reasons I am unable to relate to mainstream fashion magazines, notably because they pimp $400 t-shirts as a feasible item to purchase. At that point (which is usually within the first 10 pages), I slam the magazine down on my coffee table and leave in a fit of