Tuesday, May 12th at 6pm, BrokeAssStuart.com will once again celebrate our young, broke and beautiful existence in New York City, with the Young, Broke and Beautiful Party at the Dardy Bar (245 South 1st Street) in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Living in New York City can be tough.

Tuesday, January 13th at 6pm, BrokeAssStuart.com will once again celebrate our young, broke and beautiful existence in New York City, with the Young, Broke and Beautiful Party at the Dardy Bar (245 South 1st Street) in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Living in New York City can be tough. That’s

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Tuesday, January 13th at 6pm, BrokeAssStuart.com will once again celebrate our young, broke and beautiful existence in New York City, with the Young, Broke and Beautiful Party at the Dardy Bar (245 South 1st Street) in the heart of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Living in New York City can be tough. That’s

You know you are a real nerd when you have nothing else to do tonight but go watch a movie about nerds – and then proceed to drink a sip of your beer every time you hear the word “nerd” in the movie… Sounds kind of perfect, right? Tonight at CS:SF

So usually when you think about Friday the 13th, you might be all, “Uh-oh, maybe I’ll see a black cat today or randomly switch bodies with my mom and learn a valuable lesson,” you know, fun stuff, but you probably AREN’T thinking, “My house is going to burn down.”  I

Heyoooo, Bay Area!  This week we’re stoked to be giving away four pairs of tickets to this Thursday’s advance screening of the new Neil Patrick Harris, Amy Sedaris and Bonnie Somerville comedy ‘The Best and the Brightest.’ To be honest, we don’t even really care what the movie, set to

I wish I lived in a salon. Inspired by Sarah’s guide-to-cutting-your-own-hair post last week, I went digging in my really old and disgusting clear closet organizer thing where I knew an aging pair of shears were buried somewhere.  See, I used to have bangs, and I would always cut my

Wednesday night: You are most likely watching your iPhone tick down the minutes to the weekend or bored because all days blend together and you have no idea what day it is or where your outside shoes are. Or, heck, maybe your Wednesday is your Saturday. No matter your specific