Hey there fellow Brokesters! Come hangwith me before I embark on my East Coast book tour! I’ll be reading my piece “Living in San Francisco Means…” for the first time in public! Plus excerpts from my new book Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. All

It’s time to get pickled… Obviously, “Pickling’ is the new hot social gathering going on these days. (Which I just found out is also called “the art of preserving”…) My uber cool little sister Heather hosts these parties where her friends come over and pickle the shit out of a

This list of great places to eat in the Bay Area will leave you smiling and probably drooling. All these joints are incredibly well priced, locally owned, delicious, and serving takeout in 2020. Check their links for store hours, menus, and ordering info, because things are always changing these days,

The style showdown is on. Got some extra fingerless leather gloves lying around, or perhaps a dapper three-piece suit? It’s time to break em out and head down to The Shop for BangOn NYC Mods vs Rockers party. What better place to host this raucous shindig than an actual old-school

Example of a good book jacket photo! Hot off the heels of Monica’s post yesterday about the Bay Area Book Expo, which reminded us that inevitably, but hopefully not in our lifetime, “the printed book will mutate into something that will eventually cease to be” (Monica channeling Ray Bradbury!) comes

You’re invited…. Maybe. After attending the 6th Annual Barworker’s Ball last night, I was thinking about how important the bar industry is in so many of our lives, not to mention how powerful they are. They aid in so many significant life-altering decisions, for the better and worse. And often

Valentine’s Day is lame, right? Or it’s awesome, if you’re coupled up, a fan of chocolate, and/or not a strong feminist. But why settle for ignoring, protesting, or even participating in this church-sanctioned holiday for lovers? Lucky for you, an ancient Roman fertility festival takes place February 13-15 every year

Leo, Leo, Leo…where do I begin?  I love me some Leonardo DiCaprio.  My passion for him ignited in a little film called Romeo and Juliet, and has yet to fade.  The only time I don’t want to marry him and have lots of sexy babies is during the spitting scene

So here’s the deal.  I went snowboarding in Tahoe last weekend for my friend’s birthday, which was really fun, especially if you enjoy masochism, but it ended up being kind of expensive.  See, between the lift tickets, equipment rentals, round-trip bus fare  and a plethora of jello shots at the