Blackouts can be a scary thing. Hell I nearly had a meltdown after my lights started flickering while I was in the shower and my A/C started to make choking sounds. But they can also be a magical witching hour where humanity decides it will come together instead of flying

I’m sure everyone is aware that this country is experiencing a vampire moment. Vampires are used to sell everything these days from lunchboxes to chaste values. But before the Twihards ruined this cult genre, there were plenty of great vampire flicks that had nothing to do with sparkles or thinly

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

There comes a certain time in your life where it seems like all of your friends decide at once they want to get married. It’s a happy occasion but goddamn can it get expensive. Not everyone has a separate fund tucked away for Crate & Barrel purchases. Don’t get me

New Yorkers are so hard up for pool access, we’ve settled for diving into converted “dumpsters” in a desperate attempt to cool off. What was last summer’s hipster punchline is now a full-blown public project. Since last year’s not-so secret dumpster project in Gowanus, the folks behind Macro Sea decided

Every weekend in this fair city, hundreds if not thousands of people get their drunk pizza fix before heading home. I’d say the witching hour is somewhere between 1 and 3 am, but guaranteed you’ll see every local slice spot filled to the brim with dipsomaniacs ordering toppings and flavor

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: Just like with most things that are illicit and fun, sometimes you have to cross state lines to get the goods.

Even if you don’t have a wad of cash in your pocket, who says you can’t enjoy a little window shopping. Fellow Broke-Ass Anna G has already clued us into stress-free sanctity that is Franklin Ave in Greenpoint, and after making a pilgrimage myself, I have to agree with her. 

Remember those Entertainment Books from back in the day that offered a textbook size worth of sweet deals? I was forced to peddle them to my unsuspecting neighbors for various school and sports team fundraisers, where treasures like “Buy 10 dinners at Olive Garden and get the next one free”,