I generally buy books. I either buy them on Amazon or at The Strand or sometimes even full price at a place like McNally Jackson or St. Marks Books because I am all about supporting local outfits. All of that made me sort of forget about the fact that there

There are a number of movies that defined my childhood/teen years, though only a few that I cannot even try and separate from my dating years back then.  Here are some of those movies for me and/or some of my contemporaries who shall remain semi-anonymous: 1) Fear As far as

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

I am passionate about many and varied things, but they all essentially boil down to one of the following: food, booze, sex or culture. It’s especially nice when one thing covers two or more of those categories. I get to kill a few birds with one stone, perhaps, and still

Ashley’s post about movies and TV from her childhood got me all worked up reminiscin’ about the various cultural items floating about in my head as a child and tween.  Like Ashley, I was incredibly tuned into the fact that if you looked like Nicole Eggert, you basically had it

If you’re a living, breathing twentysomething-year old woman with half a brain, chances are you also watched and were obsessed with Daria on MTV back in the day (sidenote: you know that shit’s out on DVD, right?!?).  Though on the surface, the characters were based on fairly broad stereotypes in

I am and always have been really against long distance relationships.  They’re either unbearably torturous or completely pointless, or maybe both.  Sometimes, though, you find yourselves the victims of circumstance, and you just kind of have to deal with it.  But how to deal?  Here are my nuggets of wisdom:

The Patsy Cline radio station on Pandora has been ubiquitous in my room and in my earbuds for the past 2 weeks, at least.  Not only have I since been remarking that this is probably one of the best alone-time and inexpensive activities (and/or accompanying soundtracks to writing!) ever, but

So all of a sudden, either you’ve been broken up with, or you’ve finally mustered up the courage to break up with someone.  If you had any affection for the person to begin with, of course it’s going to be sad, at least a little bit.  By all means, take