Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
We are constantly letting the fear of seeming too into anything (especially those people we like to see naked) turn us into overly anxious, over-analytical people.
I have a friendship fetish: I get off to sharing people I really like with all the other people I really like.
My little sister just turned (gasp) sixteen. If I can give her any insight that might make this period of her life less bumpy, it’s this…
Running into a great old friend on the street the other day reminded me why we shouldn’t let ourselves get so lazy about staying in touch.
Society has built up a problematic narrative where the ideal woman acts in a very particular way: she doesn’t care about superficial things (make-up, fashion), yet always manages to look and feel perfect despite that. Call it Jennifer Lawrence syndrome, if you will.
“Spend more time at restaurants that have erotic novels casually lying around. And definitely read them aloud to your friends during the meal.” And more gems, after the jump…
The statement, style, and song that I’m obsessed with right now.
With some larger life changes on the horizon, and less overall safety in the new, I’ve been gravitating towards self-protection over endless personal divulgence.