Q: Dear Half-Price Headliner, If someone unexpectedly gives me a holiday gift, am I obligated to return the favor? A: Short answer: no. Longer answer: that’s sort of up to you.  If you’re the type that will stay awake at night crushed by the guilt of a one-sided gift exchange,

In an attempt to cut costs this holiday season, I am making many of my gifts. This is a challenge, as my ‘œmaking stuff’ skills are limited to what I learned in 7th grade Home Economics, and things the Internet teaches me how to do. I imagine it would be

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

I would consider myself to be a discerning consumer on most accounts.  I shop around for the best deals, wait for sale season and generally exercise restraint from impulse purchases.  That said, I must confess my weakness.  As. Seen. On. T. V. From an early age I was a sucker

Yoga is my chosen form of exercise. I enjoy it immensely (once I drag my lazy ass out of the house and to the studio) and appreciate that for sixty to ninety minutes, I am encouraged not to think, just do. The only problem? Yoga classes are pricey. This makes

Q: Dear Half-Price Headliner, Is it rude to show up at a holiday party empty handed?  If so, how can I bring something and not go broke doing so? A: It depends on the party.  If the gathering is casual and impromptu, then BYOB is the general rule, and you

Get a head start on your holiday shopping this weekend (or finish it all together) at the GAMA-GO sale. The San Francisco design company has one sale a year, and the awesome items will available with discounts up to 75% off! There is promise of rad ‘œlocally designed kitchen gadgets,

Last night while admiring my roommate’s sexy succulents, she schooled me on the awesomeness of the self-generating plants. Not only are they incredibly low-maintenance and hard-to-kill, but as they grow they sprout ‘˜baby’ plants. These babies can easily be transplanted into separate pots and given away to friends. So there

I have always loved having the bejesus scared out of me. When I was little I used to read the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark over and over which seemed to concern my Grandpa, who called me a ‘œghoul.’ I remember being a little offended by that,