I had other stories I planned to finish writing today, but those plans came to a screeching halt when I paused to check in on the newsfeed.  Buzz surrounding the Simone Biles New York Magazine interview is still strong the day after it ran, but so is criticism of Biles

There’s only one name more phallic than Peter, and that name is Dick.  With the news that the 2020 Tokyo Olympics are postponing, the name Dick Pound has been trending on Twitter. He’s a member of the International Olympic Committee and former swimming champion who’s long been an anti-doping advocate

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

We got up at 3 a.m. this morning to watch the Olympics Opening Ceremony, because NBC is embargoing this spectacular show until tonight’s 8 p.m. tape-delay broadcast. Thanks to a lovely pirated stream of the BBC, the International Broke-Ass Olympics Committee is able to provide you this complete, minute-by-minute breakdown

By Erin Carini I saw “Molly’s Game” at Shattuck Cinemas in downtown Berkeley. True to their website claims, the theater shows an “eclectic mix of Hollywood favorites, foreign language cinema and independent film.” The pretty extensive food menu and cocktails served from the Lot 68 Lounge lobby bar, in real

San Francisco is an old, iron safe filled with gold, glory, disaster, and secrets. SFCentric History is a new column, by SF writer V. Alexandra de F. Szoenyi, that digs in the vaults of local history and shares the sensational people, places, and things that rocked San Francisco. This time it’s all

Since the 2009 announcement of the XXXI Olympics in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, over 22,000 families–upwards of 77,000 humans–have been relocated out of their communities in the name of redevelopment and good ole’ fashioned competition. Communities were torn down to build Olympic Village, but after the excitement of the Olympics

Mónica Puig wins the gold for herself, she won the gold for la isla, she won the gold for mi gente. Unfortunately, with my people…it can never be just about you. Sorry, Mónica. I don’t give a fuck about sports. Which means I could give two shits about the Olympics. But, when

Everyone has either been tuned into the Olympics, or at least, keeping count of the medals won. You could be a casual fan and tune in whenever boredom rears its ugly head, but there is at least one event or sport you try to keep tabs on. Either way, the