The first time I went to the Natural History Museum at the Smithsonian, I spent about thirty seconds looking at the Hope Diamond. Then I went and spent at least a half an hour staring at bugs in glass tanks. Don’t get me wrong, I love shiny things. But I

Irrational fears are a difficult subject to talk about with endearment, but somehow St. Mannequins managed to write a beautiful acoustic diddy about getting sucked into space and being eaten by sharks. Tomorrow night, you can see them and Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., another band that plays mellow rock, play

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

With the spring time comes the phenomenon I first learned about in Bambi: every little animal is putting out pheromones and looking to attract a mate. This includes humans. If you find yourself trying to plan a hot date on a Tuesday night, I suggest Nita Nita in Williamsburg. Bottles

I might be a little high on vitamin D right now, but I’m bouncing up and down on my kitchen stool while I think about all the things I want to do in New York now that spring is almost here. (I also just got my legs waxed, so sitting

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,

Not to sound like the narrator on a commercial for some kind of cheesy, third-rate family amusement park (the kind who can’t even afford licensing for real cartoon characters), but there really is something for everyone at Glasslands Gallery. It’s the kind of place where you an meet dudes’ in

Who doesn’t love the few occasions where you’re allowed to chuck stuff at other people. Since the (gasp) spring-like weather destroyed the chance of snowball fights, it’s time to move on to another sport. Dodgeball anyone? On Tuesday and Wednesday nights, there’s a pick up dodgeball game in a gym