I can never get over how expensive it is to see a movie. This week there are a bunch of special movie events that are either cheaper or more special than your average flick. Mostly because they are all beloved films that happen to scare the bejeezus out of me.

Uh oh, life calling? The office/grind/job/suckfest spamming your life with calls and emails about when you’ll be showing up? Cursing mother nature for her malicious intent? Well, young one, calm yourself. In your spastic neuroses you’ve lost your appreciation for the simple joys. You see all that white powdery goodness

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

Although I will be with my family tomorrow night talking about the baby Jesus and pretending Santa is real for my way-too-old-for-that-shit little brothers, I realize that 1. Not everyone celebrates Christmas, so to many this Saturday is just another Saturday, and 2. Since so many SF-dwellers are transplants, not

Dudes, it’s cold outside. I totally get that you are pretty comfortable in your apartment under that electric blanket of yours, but tonight the enigmatic ladies from old-school soul outfit The Sweet Divines are warming things up with their first holiday spectacular at Lincoln Center. They’ve invited special guests Eli “Paperboy”

The Christmas countdown is getting intense — only three more days until I get to sit nervously around a table with 20 relatives and their annoying kids, wondering if my sister will spill a full glass of red wine on my cream-colored dress again (true story) or my boyfriend will

Guess what?  There are — no kidding — only NINE days left until Christmas Day.  That’s a little over a week to search, scramble and scrounge for the perfect gifts you haven’t gotten yet.  I’ve heard tell of folks who finish all their holiday shopping months in advance, taking advantage

So if you’re a television watcher, you probably watch Family Guy.  It’s boundary-pushing, inappropriate, un-PC, crude and insensitive — basically all the qualities you want to cultivate in your own life.  I knew a douchebag a couple years ago who loved the show, which made me not want to watch

I was standing in line today behind two old ladies. I mean, really old ladies. I mean, so many wrinkles you can barely see their eyes old. And one of them said in her thick New York accent: ‘œI went to see Burlesque and that Christina Agoraphobia is such a