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Love in the Time of Housing Crisis
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner San Francisco is a wonderful place to fall in love. Sure, Paris might be the “City of Love,” but anyone who calls it that has never walked up Columbus Avenue, arm in arm with their sweetheart, as

Your Spirituality is Bullsh*t
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. A couple minor changes have been made. A few years ago I was invited to a dinner party in San Francisco by a guy I’d known growing up in San Diego. I hadn’t seen him in years,

Stop Looking for Reasons to be Offended
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. I’ve been doing this whole Broke-Ass Stuart thing for 13-and-a-half years. If my brand were a Jewish boy, his bar mitzvah would’ve been last summer. And I’m sure he would’ve done marvelously at his Torah portion. Thirteen

Maybe We Need to Rebrand Socialism
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. I’m a Democratic socialist. I know some of you just sneered reading that sentence, which is totally justifiable because I’m sure you’re a billionaire and Democratic socialists want to raise your taxes. Oh, you’re not? Well, surely,

Your Cellphone Addiction is Making You Rude
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner As decades pass, etiquette evolves. Many things that were once thought of as rude or improper are eventually considered casual. Similarly, things that were once considered polite, can become old-fashioned or stuffy. There was a time when

Democracy Dies Without a Thriving Media to Keep it Honest
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. Sometimes, I sit down to write my column knowing exactly what I’m going say. (The one about Salesforce Tower looking like a butt plug immediately comes to mind.) I was giddy when I began writing that column.

What Would Life Be Like Without Roommates?
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis