Japanese pop culture rules. The nutty hair-dos, goth style, cool music, photo booth arcades and wacky fashions are 100% fawesome and I just can’t get enough. Makes me want a big, steaming bowl of ramen. MMMM… Now that I’ve sufficiently generalized an entire country’s popular culture (and poorly at that),

It’s true, broke people aren’t exactly leading the pack in charitable work. Sure you can volunteer, but when it comes to giving back, our pockets are often empty. So when an event comes around that combines art, music, film, booze, and supports a good cause, you can count me in.

As a broke-ass, sushi isn’t usually one of my dining out options. And while it’s true that I probably won’t be able to afford anything super gourmet until a producer in Hollywood realizes how brilliant my original series teen drama pilot is, I can come kind of close to a

I love New York. I will never wear one of the t-shirts, but I post on this site multiple times a week to shout about the reasons why I think this city kicks ass. Despite my infatuation with it, it’s a tricky place to be when you’re in a mopey

Look this sexy…for FREE! I didn’t quite realize until I moved into a new apartment a few months ago exactly how much crap I own.  Whether it’s my collection of Dawson’s Creek DVDs or underwear that I’ve had since eighth grade (seriously), there’s a lot of junk hanging out in dresser

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart have featured Don’t Touch Me There a whopping total of five times over the past year. This offers up a number of possible explanations. It is, for example, possible that BAS, conscious connoisseur of all things comedic and sharp, sees a certain artistic strength and emotional maturity in

Are you ready for some cannolliiiiiiii!?!?! (Please read in the style of “Are you ready for some fooooootballll?!”). I sure hope so because today is the opening day of the 84th annual Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy, the Italian festival that celebrates the patron saint of Naples and

I remember way back when going to hang out at Milk on Haight meant listening to rap DJ’s and getting accosted for dollar menu money by the loiterers in front of McDonald’s, but my how things have changed. The dollar menu at Mickey D’s is gone and our friends over