It’s no secret that the Pandemic has had a devastating toll on New York City. Homelessness is at all time highs, COVID cases are surging, and record numbers of people are leaving the city. The only good thing to come of it is that for the first time since the

With so much information being shared on how to keep ourselves, and one another, healthy during COVID-19, it can feel overwhelming – believe me, I am inundated. With many of us existing in a world of seclusion, and rarely leaving our houses, physical safety seems like an afterthought. However, it

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

by Hannah Harkness Two years ago, my friend said to me “NYC is every Doomsday movie’s bitch-don’t worry about it.” This is because I told her, with conviction, that I wanted to move here before it sinks. While I love me a good disaster movie, I can’t put NYC sinking

BY HANNAH HARKNESS Why the hell don’t more New Yorkers know about Hart Island? There is an island off the coast of the Bronx that currently serves as NYC’s potter’s field-a site where unclaimed dead are buried. There are over a million bodies buried here. Some unclaimed dead such as

Hello from NYC, BAS readers! Last week I had the pleasure of checking out one of the best film festivals around for its second year. “What The Fest!?” took place at the IFC Center in Manhattans West Village neighborhood for 4 fantastic days filled with horror, indie and documentary films

What comes to mind when you hear the word gentrification? Your mind may immediately depart from a place of safety and security, only to find itself at a destination surrounded by ill-fated words such as displacement, eviction, and homelessness. With this air of negativity surrounding your mind as it floats

Christmas is fast approaching and, thank god, because at this point images of Mariah Carey singing “Santa Baby” literally project onto the inside of my eyelids when I close them. As tough as hearing the same stale songs over and over is, it’s even tougher spending the holidays alone. Luckily,

Fresh outta high school, I moved out of my parents house and in with my first super serious girlfriend. In hindsight, this was a mistake. But at the time, I didn’t see the signs. She was a soul sucking nightmare of a woman…but god, she was sexy and great in