In honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day, let’s talk about love. The happiness, the longing gazes, the tender moments shared. And sometimes: the drama, the emotional rollercoaster ride, the letdowns. Almost everyone has been in an intense relationship with someone who is Simply Not Good For Them, including myself. Except,

Admission into NYC’s MoMa is certainly pricey– at $25 general admission, you basically have to brave the horrendous crowds on the monthly free day– or dig up your student ID from ten years ago and try to pass as an 18 year old– to catch a break. Wouldn’t a FREE

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

I know that NYC hasn’t been disgustingly cold this season, but someone’s still got the wintertime blues (that “someone” is me). This time of year, I always turn into a humongous B– cackling at any poor soul who dares approach me as I perform my cold weather rituals of swaddling

Seriously, how cool is this– during 1980 to 1990, photographer Amy Arbus took pictures of local New York City color for the “On the Street” section of the  Village Voice.  Years later, as she was preparing to publish a book of her work, she wondered what happened to many of her

Gimme the ol’ razzle dazzle– the lights, the glamor, the glitter of show business. Then take it down about 50 notches, put it in a tiny theatre in suburbia or in a high school multipurpose room, and make the actor playing the leading man double as my neighbor’s dad who

Do you happen to be both a vulgar potty-mouth who swears like a sailor, and a linguistics nerd who loves to learn about the origins of words? Well, you’re in luck– Jesse Sheidlower, Editor-at-Large for the Oxford English Dictionary (and, awesomely, author of a book called The F-Word), will be

Not to get all promote-y or anything, but in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City (read it!), he compares NYC to a girl who you constantly chase, but is ultimately out of your league.  I totally get this statement, but for me, New York City is

Ah, there’s nothing I love more than a relaxing afternoon in the park.  Basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock, creepily cat-calling all of the cute dogs on walks (“Hey, you!  Check out that strut!  Ooh, I like that smile!”), and wearing my one pair of workout