Here in New York, temperatures have dropped from unbearably hot to only slightly sweltering.  Unexpected rainy days make me yell curses when I accidentally step in puddles that fill my jelly sandals with water.  Obnoxious kids in school uniforms have suddenly appeared on the train that I take to work,

Can’t get into any fashion week shows? Well, check out some wearable creations that are probably way more innovative than anything you’ll see at Lincoln Center this week. Nick Cave’s awesome/colorful/completely wacky “soundsuits” are on display in an installation called For Now at Mary Boone Gallery in Chelsea. Not only are

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

Recently, I gave my grandma a jingle to thank her for the desperately-needed cash that she sent to me for my birthday. Little did I know that my 80 year old granny has been reading this Goddamn Website! I mean, she lives in LA, chain smokes, goes to galleries, and

Every now and again, one feels the need to step away from the Pretty Little Liars marathon they’ve been watching on Hulu, put on some clothes that aren’t a bathrobe, and do something enriching for their minds and bodies.  Well, this Wednesday, September 7th would be an excellent time to

Confession: I’m one spiritual lady.  As a vegetarian/proud Leo-with-a-Leo-rising/Berkeley girl whose step-mom is a psychic, I’ve downward-dogged with the best of ‘em.  When I’m not frantically phoning my second mom to find out why that Scorpio I went out with hasn’t called, I’m reading about 2012, attempting to understand Qigong, or

Quasars.  Black Holes.  Distant planets, extraterrestrial life forms, and Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”  Space is some deep shit, so deep that my own astronomical studies ended when I realized that I couldn’t figure out my horoscope by using the Doppler Effect.  Nonetheless, astronomy has remained of interest to me, which

Everyone has a “type.”  Some people like athletes.  Some like skaters, hippies or bookworms.  Me?  I like a man who feeds me– well, because I can’t do it very well myself.  My cooking skills begin at tearing the packaging off of my frozen pad thai, and end at plopping it

Hey, ladies– wanna cruise for hot skater guys in Hawaiian shirts while sipping (read: chugging) some beer and watching awesome bands, all for FREE?  Or maybe you’re a Big Man and jonesing to partake in the last two activities, sans the skater babe-watching?  If so, head on over to House