Anyone who lives in San Francisco knows your ride home can make or break your night. You may see something devastating like a baby taking it’s first steps, or something hilarious like an elderly woman falling from her walker. Either way, you’re going to cry after you masturbate and that’s

“How do you handle finances in a relationship between two people with totally different incomes?” -Chirabo

I get a lot of questions about money and relationships from clients. Should I ask so and so for a personal loan? Blahbidy blah roommate is weird about splitting bills what should I do? My boyfriend wants to get a motorcycle and he has really bad credit, should I co-sign for him, or get the bike in my name? My friend so and so and I don’t talk anymore because of an argument with money, how do I prevent that from happening again?

Maurice Sendak’s words never rang so true. As some of you loyal Broke-Ass readers may recall, I have two little wild things of my own.  Petunia and Marrakech.  My two fancy rats.  (If you say the word ‘œfancy’ with a British accent, it comes off much funnier, and the impact

New York is a weird city for grocery shopping. Most stores don’t have aisles wide enough to fit two carts, if they fit any carts at all. Most people shop every few days for specific meals, because hauling one bag through the subway is easier than seven. The smaller shopping

Residents of San Francisco often refer to the city as a “bubble.” You know, a big civil-rights-loving-wastoid-environmentalist-organic bubble. It’s easy to get acclimated to this place and forget that not every city embraces trannies and public nudity, if not copulation. The other day while deciding what to get for lunch,

What the f#%! is going on with Healthcare?
What is going on with healthcare is bananas.
If you do not have health insurance you expose yourself to great liability. Thanks Captain Obvious. You may say “well I can’t afford the premiums, and even if I could, I don’t trust that health insurance companies will cover what they say they will.”

I have a secret obsession. Some people collect boxes and boxes of vintage G.I.Joe figurines.  Others watch sexy Nigella cook her food on TV religiously.  And some people walk around in Yankees Flannel PJs everyday during post season (my landlord). My obsession may seem fairly benign, even mundane ‘“ at