If you want me to like you, you don’t have to take me out to dinner or buy me things. You don’t have to have a fancy job, or live in a trendy neighborhood. You don’t even have to dress well. Besides finding someone who can feed me, there’s just

Chelsea: a magical chunk of New York City known for its strapping gay men, glorious art galleries, the High Line, and only being accessible by the shitty ACE (consider it a fun little adventure).  This weekend, you have a chance to experience all of Chelsea’s allure at the High Line

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

In a lot of ways, being broke is about picking and choosing where to spend your money.  Maybe you shop your dad’s closet, but pay $13 at the independent movie theater every week.  Maybe you eat $2 dumplings year round, but blow your wad on cool vacations a couple of

One of the mainest of main thoroughfares in Manahattan, I mostly associate 14th Street with a convenient spot to meet someone off of the L train, a massive crowd outside of Whole Foods, or the disgusting chemical cheese smell that overpowers the entire block on which Taco Bell is located.  However,

As Countess LuAnn’s auto-tuned crooning on Real Housewives of New York taught us, “money can’t buy you class.”  I firmly believe this– look at all of the lavishly rich ladies out there who still look like tacky messes (again, see any Real Housewives for an example).  Less money to spend on

Heaven on Earth will come to Long Island City this weekend– in the form of an old public school overflowing with art books, catalogs and zines. Featuring more than 200 exhibitors, along with lots of free talks and performances, the New York Art Book Fair is legitimately awesome. Held at

Deep in the heart of New York City’s Chinatown lies my greatest enemy.  In one room of a six-bedroom apartment, he slumbers atop the mountain of dirty clothes that cover his sheet-less mattress on the floor.  He eats his roommates’ food, never refills the Brita water pitcher, and would rather

Tough day at the office?  Unwind by sketching some naked chick and knocking back a few PBRs.  Totally awesome art studio 3rd Ward offers a life drawing sessions and beer every Wednesday night at an event called Drink N’ Draw– $15 for a solo ticket, or $10 if you bring