Tuesday, January 13th at 6pm, BrokeAssStuart.com will once again celebrate our young, broke and beautiful existence in New York City, with the Young, Broke and Beautiful Party at the Dardy Bar (245 South 1st Street) in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Living in New York City can be tough. That’s

Money…Money…Money Money inhabits the majority of the real estate of our discussion – blogs, conversation, and articles all seem to revolve around money. The impossible rent and cost of living, the monied population and arguments over culture grab and gentrification. The culture surrounding $4 toast, $16 cocktails, $50 haircuts and

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

Damon & Jo on a Dime is a travel show for those who cannot afford Travel Channel’s “Top Ten Hottest Beaches of Cabo” or for those who cannot relate to Samantha Brown and Anthony Bourdain’s luxurious travels. Damon & Jo are broke and want to travel too, dag nabbit! You’ve

At the moment, I have enough money to get by. That means I can survive on the bare minimum. Over the last 27 years of my life, money has come and gone, mimicking life’s peaks and valleys. And just like life, I won’t complain about its ups and downs because

I’m a 20-something artist living in New York City, and, quite frankly, I’m tired of trying to make people believe that I have my shit together. It’s way too much work. I constantly find myself having to choose between taking a shower, brushing my teeth, shaving, dressing appropriately for whatever

If you’re a fellow cube dweller by day, you’re lucky enough to enjoy free air conditioning for approximately eight hours Monday through Friday while the rest of the city – namely tourists who don’t believe in deodorant – slog around the streets, coated in their own sweat, and clog the

  Even though we all claim to be broke-asses, most of us keep the small amount of money we do have in the bank (unless you are my friend Gabe who doesn’t believe in banks).  But, as most of us have realized by now, banks are pretty sneaky. They say

What exactly is the correlation between being broke and being obsessed with/nostalgic for/stuck in the ’80s? I know it’s not just me. Go to any hipster neighborhood (Williamsburg, etc.), try to picture everyone without their iPhones, and voila, you could very well be in 1984. Is it because hipsters are