Don’t you fucking hate it when you meet someone gorgeous, and everything seems to be going okay so far: they don’t like The Dave Matthews Band, they have a reasonably respectable job, they’re not raging lunatics as far as any of your conversations have gone, but then all of a

I don’t know exactly exactly at what point the Western world decided that THIS counts as an attractive teen idol, but baaaack in myyyy daaaay, (pre-Hanson, most definitely), the celebrities my friends and I had crushes on probably had at least 1-2 pubes.  Look, I know by definition that teen

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

As with whoever wrote about 90 Types of Bitches, likewise, I say there are a comparable amount of types of assholes.  I, however, am just going to share a a few with you here and now. Now YOU can determine what kind of an asshole you are or know in

I swear to god, people, I’m not making these up.  Here’s the latest from my inbox: Dear Anna, As a single gal in NYC, I’m done dealing with the pretentious shallow cakeboys of Manhattan. I love hearing about your dips in the dating pool of Brooklyn  and think you can

Don’t even shake your head at the title of this article, because you know you’ve totally had to fart in front of a date or significant other before.  I’m not the gross one, people, LIFE is, ok?  Sure, there are situations in which going to the bathroom to alleviate yourself

I guess this post might be a bit too late for Valentine’s Day, but, well, I trust that most of you have all survived in one piece.  But for those of you who have horribly fucked up, well, I guess you still have today to make up for it.  And

If the amount of ex-boyfriends/ex-people I used to bone trying to get back in touch with me out of nowhere all of a sudden is any indication, it seems this new year has especially been about taking inventory of one’s life.  It’s a time of self-reflection, a High Fidelity-style “what

Well, well, well.  Look what the cat dragged into my inbox.  Someone actually wants my advice!  Let’s take a gander: Dear Anna, I don’t know what to do, I’ve been hooking up with his guy off and on for over a year and I want to be boo-ed up for