Late last night my boyfriend and I watched a film.  Maybe you’ve seen it?  Here are some hints:  it was a story about passion, Being Who You Are, triumphing over adversity, getting past the sorrow of your mother’s untimely death, and the inexpugnable need to wear a sports bra as

When it comes to setting a mood, few promoters are as adept as DJ Bus Station John.  If you’ve ever been to one of his nights around town, you’ll know the smut envelopes all the senses – from his deft array of bathhouse vinyl to the ample display of cock

God knows I, along with various other members of Team Broke-Ass have written extensively about contemporary music.  But what of music from the days of yore?  Here are a list of artists that I’ve for some ridiculous reason never taken the time to listen to before, or things that I’ve

I am too young to really remember what the 70’s were like but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to re-live them just the same.  Now, it is possible for us all to leisure-time- travel by taking advantage of specials at the Gutter Bar in Williamsburg. The masterminds at

I’m doing an awesome giveaway this week. I’ve got 5 copies of David LaBua’s book Finding the Sweetspot: The Insider’s Guide to Parking in San Francisco. As you guessed, it’s all about practical and creative solutions to finding parking San Francisco. Anyone with a car who lives in the Bay

We’ve all been to gatherings that turn into a youtube watching fest. You pull up the one where keyboard cat shows keyboard gato where to stick it. Then your friend busts out a knife defense video for Canadian police officers, and this pattern of nonchalant one upping continues until everyone

Hard at WORK! 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

To anyone who knows me, it’s no secret that I am utterly consumed by MTV’s The Jersey Shore. If you had told me a year ago that MTV was creating a show about a bunch of overtanned Italian-Americans in the bowels of the Garden State I would have groaned, covered