I don’t use curse words or sexual language in a demeaning way, and to assume that a girl can’t say words like “fuck” without doing so is to submit to supremely dated gender stereotypes.
“It would be wrong to say that we’re simply being ourselves online, pure and unfiltered. Most of us aren’t catfishing, or creating fictional characters, but we are probably spinning our lives to some extent.”
The answer appears to lie in that frustrating space between who we are and who we want to be.
Inspired by the post of the same name on The Cut, here are a few non-gifts I’d love to receive but probably won’t.
Sharing one of my favorite Frank O’ Hara poems (yes, a poem) to ring in the weekend with.
If, like me, you find yourself occasionally dreading all the dress-up days, the crowds, the fuller bellies, etc. that the tinsel trifecta (Nov-Dec-Jan) is known for, it might help to alter your perspective a bit, change a simple habit like what you wear or where you go—to redefine the coming months for yourself.
Talking about my love-hate relationship with gift guides, and what to do about the holiday season if you are basically b-r-o-k-e.
I wrote this a while ago, but it seems especially pertinent on Thanksgiving, having spent last night catching up with the very people it’s dedicated to.
“Don’t stubbornly argue the difference between a typhoon and a hurricane (which is basically nothing) when you know jack shit about what you’re saying.” And more gems, after the jump…