Post- You might’ve pictured a grizzled veteran, head in his hands in a gloomy V.A. hospital on the outer edge of town. I know him well. He drinks more than he used to, enough for people to notice. The man is on medications that extinguish his sex life. He’s gained

Hi and welcome to the BAS Weekend Wellness Column! My name is Erynne Elkins and I’m a Well-Being Advocate and Certified Breathwork Facilitator. Every Friday I’ll share a holistic wellness modality available here in the Bay Area. Cheers to good health! Finally…a wild goose chase that’s worth it You can’t

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

Before you dismiss this article as the blog equivalent of a late night infomercial from which you’ll probably end up spending at least $75 on “miracle” makeup powder (I’m looking at you, Bare Escentuals), hear me out. I recently found myself on the pudgier side of the scale (THANKS holidays,

We are not being very kind to our skin. Our days/eves are completely crammed with different activities that are damaging to skin. Smoking, furrowing your brow from the stress of not smoking, city pollution, making bad choices that make you put your head in your hands therefore causing you to

Like a lot of people my age who are trying to Make It Happen, I’ve kind of got a lot of shit going on right now.  I work a full-time job that I don’t love to pay the bills, work at an online fashion magazine after my office job everyday,

Hey, broke asses, I have some bad news. This is the last time I’ll write The Unemployment Chronicles—FOR NOW. A writer and editor by trade, I also enjoy waiting tables, and that’s what I landed a job doing this week. Is it furthering my career? Not really, but it is

  Currently, I’m on the coast of Oregon, land of blackberries, loggers, and oysters. My cousin just graduated from high school and most of my family was drawn–by the magnetic pressure of my aunt–to her graduation party, complete with tents and two bands. I’m getting old and my brain is

Some people absolutely love going home for the holidays.  Their Facebook status updates are all ‘œSitting ’round the fire with pie, wine and my wonderful family’,  ‘œLoving being home with my parents!’ or ‘œJust came in from building a gender-blind snowman with my loving supportive mother, multi-ethnic vegan nieces and