There’s a text Baydestrians need to consult on how to parse Big Media narratives from what’s really going on in their backyards. Outside of our own blinders-guarded lives in the Bay Area, not to mention the United States or Eurocentrism broadly, we can forget that for many throughout the world

I did not fall in love with San Francisco instantly. It never asked me to. It did not make me feel like my presence necessitated justification. 

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

Welcome back Broke-Asses!  Hang onto your hookahs, this week’s column will seem TL;DR, but these 1,500 words are critically important to your future well being (and, ability to afford a private nurse to change your poopy Depends™ far in the future).  That’s right!  We’re segueing from talking about faking boyfriends