A Lemonade-inspired note on fuckboys in gentleman’s clothing.
I Am So Tired…
On Compliments: The Fat-Free Food of Creatives
We are what we create rings true, and thus discounts whether it actually is.
Holiday Dread, By Way of Disordered Eating
Every time a family event looms on the horizon, I’m forced into mental gymnastics: how to enjoy myself without pushing too many buttons of self-loathing.
On Seeing My Dad in Dreams
As time has passed, so has my willingness to confront what’s been taken from us.
Millennial Arguments Against “He’s Just Not That Into You”
He sent you a gif of Shia LaBoeuf crying and told you he’s going through a lot right now.
My Dad Died But I’m Still An Asshole (Updated)
I told myself I’d be a better person after my Dad died. This is what happened instead.
We Can’t Stand Marnie Because She Is the Worst Parts of Us All
She wears her insecurity on her sleeve, but the narcissism it’s wrapped up in has colored it more prickly than pitiful.
