Buying perfume was the first grown-up purchase I made. I wasn’t allowed makeup and I was terrible at putting on nail polish, but around the same time as puberty was (supposedly) starting to kick in, I bought a bottle of perfume. Bottle may be a bit of an exaggeration, actually.

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I like books. I’m one of those. I also like bookstores that aren’t boring and sterile. My skin shrivels a little when I walk past the Barnes & Noble on Court St. near my apartment and I feel a blast of recycled chilled air and see the sign for “religious

If you haven’t been to any of the neighborhood Farmer’s Markets in the city yet, then you’ve been missing out on some deals on fresh, local produce. My only beef with my local market at Divisadero and Grove is that I end up spending too much money because I can’t

This post is sponsored by the fine people at 7×7 Magazine.  You interested in sponsoring a post or advertising on the site?  Holler us at Info@BrokeAssStuart.com Far too often when you get these giveaway posts it’s like, “Hey I know there’s eleventy-bazillion of you and I only have two tickets

Obviously public libraries are great. They’re free, they have an endless supply of books, and they generally don’t care if you’re a little late with the returns. But certainly there have been times in your life, as you find yourself careening towards grown-up-ness, when you feel like a modest collection

Since it’s 2010 and you seem like a reasonable person who likes to buy nicely made, unique things for a low price, you probably already know what Etsy is and have probably also spent far too much time at work looking for the cleverest Mother’s Day gift ever. Well, if

The day I took the training wheels off my lil pink Huffy, I could never imagine a world in which I would look in my helmet rear view mirror to see flashing lights, pulling me over for speeding.  I still can’t imagine it because it hasn’t happened, and seriously, who