With all the buzz going around about Oprah Winfrey possibly running for president in 2020 we couldn’t help but think that Michelle Obama would be a wonderful running mate. So we made a t-shirt about it. While the election is far away, and a million things could happen between now and

Oprah and Maya Angelou almost always know what’s best and they don’t want you to complain about San Francisco anymore. Here’s why. I get it. There are a lot of things that suck about San Francisco. Hoards of tech bros roam the streets performing awkward bromantic gestures towards each other. The gentrification shit

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

Brisbane, Chez Watts Photography Waking up to your first day in Brisbane with the dual horror of a hang-over and a caffeine-withdrawal headache is never the best way to greet the early afternoon. The whole thing comes on in waves. The first thing you feel are the shakes as you

At an art show the other day, I met a princely man in a pea green windbreaker,  tribal print backwards baseball hat, and turquoise necklace.  I knew that we would get along, and not just because he was channeling a nature walk-loving Will Smith circa Fresh Prince of Bel Air-slash-

Like a lot of people my age who are trying to Make It Happen, I’ve kind of got a lot of shit going on right now.  I work a full-time job that I don’t love to pay the bills, work at an online fashion magazine after my office job everyday,

You see, I’m what they call a “creative genius.”  I have a brain so out-of-control, half the time I can’t even make sense of the shit I come up with.  All I know is that I am constantly sprouting figurative light bulbs out the top of my dome, having what

I went to an underperforming high school with prison bars around it.  I wore secondhand clothes, loitered on corners, witnessed armed robberies at KFC, and earned the nickname “Tasty Vanilla” from my peers.  Please don’t alert the authorities, but I’ve even spray painted on a wall before.  No matter how

Debt– it’s a terrible thing, and yet so many of us broke-asses are victims to this rather annoying plague. What to do? What to do? Last week, I was late for one of my credit card payments. I kept getting phone calls from a bizarre area code, that after I