I really cannot wrap my head around the fact that Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead was released in 199-fucking-1.  It was one of my most favorite (and repeatedly-watched) movies growing up, and through the years, I’ve found it to be time and time again my personal touchstone for all

In the third grade, one of my classmates said something that rhymed with ‘œOPP,’ so I naturally responded singing ‘œYeah you know me” I was severely disappointed when she didn’t get my Naughty by Nature reference; apparently she hadn’t spent her weekend watching the same MTV countdown I had. I’ve

When you’re a young and curious broke ass, coming up with $2 and stepping onto the SF MUNI can be a very thrilling and sexual experience. But the thing to remember is you have to make sure you’re ready for this responsibility. When two people love each other very much,

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

While being young, broke and beautiful is all well and good, some people’s finances are more jacked than others.  That’s why we’ve invited Betsy Crouch (aka Coach $izzle) to come onboard and dole out some much needed advice.  She is a professional financial coach after all.  If you’ve got a question

COMICS PANEL – Word for Word Series in Bryant Park Sometimes I want to avoid Midtown at all costs.  When it is hot, it seems hotter there.  When it is humid, it seems that all things stick a little bit better there too.  However, us broke-asses can’t always choose where

Porn stars and bars seem to be a common pairing in the gay hoods across this great nation.  Whenever, the gay porn awards are in town, pretty much every bar in the Castro/ SOMA is full up with these sexual athletes, but one bar felt that just wasn’t enough. Every

I remember hearing about this at some point over the weekend during some late night Jameson induced talkathon.  I clearly forgot about it afterwards but luckily a regular reader named Kate just dropped me the 411. Ha!  Remember pagers and all the little codes we used like 411 and 143