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

If you’re like me, you are old enough to have lived through the debut of Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album, the fall of the Berlin wall,the three-year window where wearing two pairs of brightly colored tube socks was acceptable, and the American Drug Panic of the 1980s.  With the advent

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

Almost a year ago I gave up eating dairy. Obviously, since fire is hot, and the sky is blue and cheese is one of the best things in life, it really sucked.  Health-wise the difference has been nothing short of transformative but cheese is still amazing, and pizza in New

Today marks the beginning of the long, sad farewell to Spring ’10 Fashion Week.  The white tents slowly collapse, the incessant New York Magazine Fashion Updates finally cease and a dehydrated and caffeine-addled Rachel Zoe flies back to Los Angeles and her hyperbaric chamber in which she will sleep until

This Thursday is Th-HERz-day, for the ladies. So all of you uterus-owners out there, listen up! We all know what it’s like to have rolled out of bed late for work with no time to shower or really groom yourself in any meaningful way, and have to get straight on

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

Not everyone loves The Sartorialist as I do. Yes, he can seem slightly elitist, snobby and has a somewhat bizarre fascination with pocket squares and old Milanese men. It is true as well that most of his “street shots” are of fashion editors, Italian heiresses or models pushing their bikes

As a Broke-Ass who,  as my father has often put it, has “champagne taste on a beer budget” it has often been my belief that some cosmic error was made which placed this young woman in the financial situation that was meant to be mine, and placed me in one