Well guys, if your week has been anything like mine, the idea of laughing a lot at something that isn’t the carnival of your own misery is pretty damn appealing on this particular Friday.  Luckily, Pat Stango and Blaine Perry have the perfect Band-Aid for that gaping wound of discontent

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remembe 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 super fucking edgy interviews with musicians and video directors, which

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Via the good folks at Gothamist: As if there’s anything else to say after hearing:Grease 2 Sing-along! Yep, that is happening, this weekend. The 92YTribeca invites you to join in on the fun, saying, “Whether you’re a Pink Lady, a T-Bird, or a geek in the background, you’ll get your

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remembe 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 super fucking edgy interviews with musicians and video directors, which

The very first I was ever really drunk-drunk, I was sixteen and in Monte Carlo for one day. I had a margarita at a shitty tourist sidewalk cafe and thought it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. In reality it probably tasted terrible, but getting drunk for the first

So this is fucking weird.  And it makes me feel really old.  The very first ‘club” I was ever “up in” in my life has become a sort of haute-bourgeois foodie mecca and it opens this weekend.  The first place I ever saw real live drag queens and heard real

At first we thought American Apparel was our friend.  So many colors! So many cuts!  And they weren’t too expensive! And they did some sort of vertical management rhizomic thing that we didn’t understand but that made us feel good and right and not exploity.  Finally, there was a simple,

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember 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 super fucking edgy interviews with musicians and video directors, which