We’ve got some really amazing things going on here at Broke-Ass HQ, and some really big changes are in the works for the website.  The only problem though is that Kenny, our web genius, is only one person.  We’re currently looking for a web programmer who wants to join Team

Call me a bitch, but its rare that I share a good deal. Even on this website. Despite the fact that I’ve managed to lose all my integrity as a person and a journalist after working with Stu for just under a year, I still try to keep some cred

Today marks the beginning of the long, sad farewell to Spring ’10 Fashion Week.  The white tents slowly collapse, the incessant New York Magazine Fashion Updates finally cease and a dehydrated and caffeine-addled Rachel Zoe flies back to Los Angeles and her hyperbaric chamber in which she will sleep until

North Beach can be a conflict of interests.  You got all this cool history, the center of the city’s Italian culture, aaaand…douche bags.  Even after you live in the city for years, you still make the occasional excursion over to this venerable hood hoping for the best, and usually getting

This Thursday is Th-HERz-day, for the ladies. So all of you uterus-owners out there, listen up! We all know what it’s like to have rolled out of bed late for work with no time to shower or really groom yourself in any meaningful way, and have to get straight on

Homeygrown’s Biannual Clothing Exchange SWAP! NOT SHOP! is this Saturday the 19th at Soundwave Studios in Oakland.  Their loftier goal: to ‘œcounteract the disposable nature of consumerism by providing the time and place for shopping renegades to recycle clothes and other reusable items.’  Their lower goal: get you boozed up

There is something to be said for a basic t-shirt. We spend our lives looking for the perfect fit. We steal them from boyfriends and best friends, wear them until they beg for mercy and customize them to the point of designer-ware overload. From the simple white crew neck to

I would not literally fuck a pair of Nikes. Unless maybe they were dipped in gold. But it’d have to be 24k gold. You know, soft enough to not crack your dick in half.