Having recently traveled to Hermosa Beach in California, and consecutively attempted to hit up all of New York beaches, I feel like each has something to offer. These two coastlines couldn’t be more different, and that’s mostly because of the people who flock to them rather than the physical landscape

Dating Mistake Numero Uno: Spending the better part of a paycheck when you’re not even sure  he or she is gonna put out. Seriously. If you just dropped a few hundred dollars to impress someone and they don’t so much as feel you up through your clothes, it was a

A Big Change to This Year’s Voter Guide We’ve been doing voter guides for a really long time. I’m pretty sure we put our first one out in like 2010 or something. And I know that thousands of you rely on our voter guides to help you make decision. But

This and more can be found in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. Paying rent can be super expensive, so I figure, if sleeping out in the wilderness was good enough for your ancestors, then it’s good enough for you. Get yourself a tent and some camping gear

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: It’s 9:18am and I’m currently sitting in a motel room in Santa Barbara as I write this.  I’m beginning to realize

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

I’d like to take a moment to apologize to all two of my devoted readers on this site ‘” I’ve just recently moved and, because of my dim-wit roommate, still do not have internet. I know you’ve missed my developing genius, and I’ve got something that I think you’ll really

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they