I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some

Being Jewish means celebrating Christmas by not celebrating it.  Almost all Jews I know have some kind of tradition that stems from being left out during Happy Birthday Baby Jesus Day.  For example in my family we go to the amazingly delicious Phuong Trang on Convoy in San Diego 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

As much as I love Christmas sometimes I find it hard to get into the spirit of things. The idea of holiday shopping can be soul crushing, Rockefeller center is like a cage match between tourists and my sense of personal space, and the only tree that will fit inside

In this troubled economy, thinking about buying holiday gifts as a broke-ass can sound like a nightmare. It’s bad enough you’re eating cold three-day-old spaghetti for dinner, now you’re expected to buy a ton of presents for your friends who you secretly hate. That’s why this year I’ve decided to