This is the second Booze and Show giveaway of this kind for us at Broke-Ass Stuart. We aren’t celebrating or promoting the traditional Valentine’s Day date (who the hell wants to sit in silence for two hours at a movie?). Instead, we’re giving you the tools that will theoretically lube you

Part 2 of Freddie Cosmo’s “Love/Sick Series” running all month long.   When you crack open that bottle of wine vodka whiskey… Mary J. Blige – I’m Going Down (Welcome to the pity party.) Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart (Misery has RSVP’d.) Kelis – Caught Out There

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Each February, we’re told that if we really care about our honey, we need to show it with our wallets.  If he doesn’t buy you artisanal chocolates, red roses, and silk lingerie, then he clearly doesn’t really love you. What bullshit! Showing our affection in less consumerist ways is pretty

We’ve all been there, dude. You’re happily single, watching True Detective from a stolen source of cable, pretending the chicken in your fridge is still ok to eat, Peter Panning your way through life on a meager salary, when, BAMM! The perfect person comes along, and you’re screwed (literally and

Am I the only Broke-Ass Mom out there who’s a sucker for chocolate, preferably dark, on Valentine’s Day?  Starting about a week ago, all I see is chocolate.  It’s everywhere. I’m seeing chocolate in every shop I walk by, every grocery store display, in the windows at the library, around