We here at Broke-Ass Stuart.com remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

Some people absolutely love going home for the holidays.  Their Facebook status updates are all “Sitting ’round the fire with pie, wine and my wonderful family”,  “Loving being home with my parents!” or “Just came in from building a gender-blind snowman with my loving supportive mother, multi-ethnic vegan nieces and

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

There’s pretty much nothing funny about the holidays.  The period of time that you looked forward to so feverishly as a young person–when it was about holiday cookies and decorations and presents and The Grinch–has you stressed out about travel, family stress, gift buying and everything else. Take a break

I don’t know whether it’s a desire born out of boredom or a sort of premeditated “social Tourette’s”, but I have this thing where in situations where am I anything but completely and utterly comfortable I think to myself “What would be the worst, weirdest, most offensive thing I could

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

For the past two days since I discovered Letters of Note, I have been glued to the computer, pausing only to eat, sleep, earn my meager pittance as a freelancer and email snippets of these amazing letters to loved ones. The site is curated by a freelance writer who scours

I’m gonna let you readers in on a deep, dark secret of mine.  I used to hate sushi.  Yes, you read that right! I HATED sushi! Hated it! I’m sure that my sleek, urbane, stylish sophistication led you to believe that I ate sashimi with stainless steel chopsticks even as

One of the most beautiful memories I have of New York was last December in Washington Square Park.  My boyfriend and I were heading from the West 4th Street D train over to the East Village to eat at Porchetta.  On our way past the park  we saw a weird