Advice
A Broke-Ass Black Friday Survival Guide
You have a few days to prep for this year’s Black Friday. You might have been saving money to go Christmas shopping or you might have saved it to buy something for yourself. Either way, people have literally died on this day. For this reason, I see fit to point
Keeping Your Broke-Ass Mom Girlish Figure
With the constant reminder of Thanksgiving and Christmas being right around the corner, I find myself wondering how to ward off the overeating of stuffing, sweet potatoes, Pecan Pie, Pumpkin Cheesecake, cookies from an upcoming Cookie Party, my husband’s famous Carrot Soufflé, and let’s not forget about the Mulled Wine, Spiked
Exercise Tips for the Unathletic Broke-Ass
I haven’t broken into a run since 2002. That was sophomore year of high school, when I used to get in trouble in P.E. class for leisurely bicep-curling five pound weights and gossiping with hoodrat girls who called me “Tasty Vanilla,” when I should have been pumping iron. But, alas,
A Broke-Ass Mom Christmas
The Christmas songs have already started which means all you Broke-Ass Moms out there should be thinking about how the hell you’re going to afford presents for your Mom, Dad, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, cousins, nieces, nephews, grandma, grandpa, partner, and of course your own child. For years now my
Why Inappropriate Crushes are the Ultimate Free Entertainment
Few things are free in this world. However, if J. Lo taught us anything, it’s that “love don’t cost a thing,” baby! In a world where going to the movies costs $13 and a new pair of winter boots can wipe out your “me money” for the month, gazing adoringly
Broke-Ass Holiday Survival Tip: Don’t Buy Any Gifts
Warning: I am about to sound like a cynical asshole, but maybe it’s because I’m being a cynical asshole. Or maybe I’m just being realistic. My purpose is not to judge anyone who participates in purchasing and gift-giving during the holidays. But, I know that the holidays can be especially
Occupy L.A. = One Solution to a Broke-Ass Living Situation
Last week I was down in L.A. visiting my cousin. He happens to live downtown in one of the raddest lofts I’ve ever seen. The first night I was there, we finagled our way into a fashion show at an old church. There, I saw the L.A. types of