I’ve just wrapped up watching the entirety of Friday Night Lights, Season 1.  I know, I know: welcome to 2006!  It’s just that I’ve resisted watching this show for four years because I just assumed that it would be boring and/or exactly like a TV version of Varsity Blues.  Although

I grew up with a Greek step-family.  Despite the many years of being in close proximity to Greeks, I am still markedly not ‘˜one of them’.  I have a Papou but no grasp of the language.  I drink Ouzo in Astoria but can’t shake my thing like a bellydancer.  I

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

When I moved into my first apartment after living in campus housing for three years, I was all about making my new digs look as snazzy and non-dormy as possible. Aside from upgrading from my tried and true “taped up poster and Christmas lights” motif, I had a hard time

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and I’m pretty deep into a Law and Order marathon right now.  This means that Imma do a little cuttin’ and pastin’.  Here is all the info for you from Fabric8: It’s been 4 years in the Mission and 14 years in business(!), so let’s

This is a message to all those who love magic, happiness, and fun. While many may argue that Disney is a sexist, brainwashing, racist corporation that only cares about sucking cash from the masses, I argue that those people, while a little correct about the sexism/racism thing, can go suck

When I got married, my husband and I celebrated our union with a honeymoon trip to Italy. I made sure our voyage included many clichéd romantic moments’candlelight dinners, wine tours and er’um’an audience with the Pope.   In an effort to relive those magical moments, my husband and I happened upon

Have you always thought of yourself as a poet but never told your friends because you thought they’d call you a pussy?  I hope not, because that would be pretty tragic.  But whether you fall into the category or not, I’m here to tell you that you could actually get

I’ve got your Saturday riiiiiiight here: You wanna relax?  You wanna commune with your inner self?  You want to stretch muscle fiber, sinew and the fabric of your mind by participating in that most ancient of mind-body arts underneath the shadow of a dessicated whale carcass?  Well, look no further