Valentine’s Day can sometimes be a lot of pressure when you’re in a new relationship– or especially if you don’t know whether or not you’re technically in a relationship at all. Once you’ve successfully gotten past it, you’re home free, right? WRONG. Consider this a lesser-wedding. There’s so much hype

I don’t know if it’s all this P90X I’ve been torturing myself through doing, but I’ve recently been craving the absolute worst possible things for my health. One of the best/worst things that you can ever put into your body since pancakes is DEFINITELY donuts. I know, I know, it’s

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

Have you ever read one of these features in women’s magazines that keep being recycled (I mean besides all of them)– these “fashion guys like” things where they get four or five guys to either review or list what sort of accessories and types of outfits they like on women?

So, have you heard of this movie called Home? It’s a documentary from French photojournalist Yann Arthus-Bertrand who, with his crew, flew around in a helicopter taking aerial pictures of different regions in over fifty countries for eighteen months. Why, you ask? To very tangibly show the biological inter-dependency (there’s

D’ya ever notice the irony of sometimes when you paint yourself all up to go on a date that once you actually start “getting on with it”, so to speak, that it just winds up smearing all over your face and then you look in the mirror and you’ve morphed

When you first move to New York, you obviously want to get a lay of the land, meet some new people, and not be a wet blanket, generally. But, like, sometimes you just have to say no. Sometimes you really should be saving money and not pretending that being slowly

I swear, I don’t even know why I look at yelp reviews sometimes, or just comments of anything in general, because there’s always some troll or someone that has SOME problem with SOMETHING. ALWAYS. I’ve even found bad reviews on Trip Advisor for the fucking Four Seasons. Like, REALLY guys?

Sorry, guys, but I had to. However you feel about Black Swan– I feel like my friends are of two camps: (1) It was a tour-de force gripping thrill ride, or (2) It was the campiest mother-effing thing since the birth of “No more wire hangers”. I, on the other