Just as many other broke-asses out there, I spend a lot of time thinking about how I can save money on presents during the holidays without coming across as the cheap person I am. I usually revert back to the old childhood strategy of making things (“If mom liked a

So much to do this week!  Another reason I love this time of the year — it’s super busy, but in a fun, endless-ugly-sweater-parties kind of way.  Right off the heels of last night’s Divis Art Walk comes tonight’s Mission Holiday Block Party, a FREE event that over forty local stores,

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

One thing that really sucks about a lot of art exhibitions are that there are submission fees to enter your work for consideration — and obviously, there’s no guarantee it will be picked to show.  Artists are typically closer to broke-ass than gazillionaire on the income spectrum, so that really

For some reason, being smart and cultured is considered sexy. Whether you actually are these things doesn’t really matter as long as you pretend to be, or at least pretend to want to be. And that’s where museum free days come in. Pretty much all of the best museums in

At this time last year, i.e. Hanukkah time, I was living in a house with Jewish roommates and freaking the freak out for eight days straight.  This year, I’m in a teeny studio that barely fits my full-sized bed, let alone holiday decorations, namely a Christmas tree. The folks over

Welcome to New York during Yule season, suckers. It’s a time of great mirth-sucking and merriment-destroying. From the Black Friday stampedes to Christmas Eve traffic, rarely does a city unify so absolutely under the banner of pissy mood. Holiday magic is in short order, despite what Macy’s would have you

‘Tis the season for me to be disgruntled about all the Christmas mania. For a full explanation, see last year’s “What’s A Jew to Do on Christmas” post. I hate to admit that Christmas lights and Christmas trees are, from a purely aesthetic angle, quite a feast for the eyes.

The thing about karaoke is that you either love it or you hate it.  There’s really no ambivalent feelings where the art of singing cheesy ’80s songs to an audience of completer strangers is concerned.  I happen to be in the first camp of people, the camp that kind of