by Ben Mangelsdorf In case you were wondering, college has been going amazing. I definitely spent the first two years of the best four years of my life contemplating whether life was truly worth living, but I’ve gotten past that and have developed a strong sense of apathy and disregard

by Dee Dee Thompson I thought if I didn’t go to college, I would end up broke, living at home, working a low paying job, and unhappy. Nine years and two degrees later, I’m in debt, living at home, working a low paying job, and quite frankly… depressed. There isn’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

I have met other people who have a Bachelor’s and Master’s and they are in professions such as grocery clerks or janitors because they need to pay their bills. Shoot, there a lot of us working two or three jobs to keep up with our student loan payments and take care of our households.

Some of us aren’t lucky to have parents financially secure enough to pay for our education. Others aren’t lucky enough to be completely destitute to the point where we can have a good portion of our entire education subsidized by the government. Some are in the middle; making just enough to scrape by, but making

I mean true musicians. The type of musicians who have tons of talent, loads of promise, a refusal to do anything else and no cash. I’m going to let you in on the worst kept secret of a generation: having a bachelor’s degree in ‘Music Anything’ doesn’t exactly secure you

Kids grow up faster than we want them to and college is not only essential for a great future, but it is a large part of the American dream. However, if you have been washing dishes, waiting tables, or just been broke most of your life and have struggled to

Some people can go ahead and buy new pants when they need them. In my sad budget, I have to actually put money aside for a purchase of this magnitude, in minuscule, bi-weekly increments. Weeks later, when I have almost amassed enough, I invariably fuck it all up by deciding,