When I read her shit I’m trying not to cry—or already crying—half the time, and I DO NOT CARE if that’s dramatic or silly or strange, it just is. And I love it. I love feeling it. It motivates me. It makes me HAPPY, even if what she’s saying, in some ways, makes me sad.
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. Today fashion week, Chrissy Teigen, and rapper beef are feeling rather meh.
I’m a creature of habit and rarely order things I haven’t already tried (which is probably why I’m still single). As such, I was feeling quite proud of my endeavor into unknown, Korean territory.
Please spare me that you work in finance, but have a passion project that “makes you feel whole.” Please spare me how much you love a girl who loves to read your work. Please spare me that you were fat when you were younger, so you “get” anorexia.
“The fashion world can be fickle, so build something solid in parallel and enjoy it while it lasts!” Talking to the uber-inspirational Elettra Wiedemann about how she juggles such different roles, and what keeps her motivated throughout it all.
To my oldest friend on her birthday: thank you for being an endless source of human-Advil to the many, many (have I said many?) friends who are lucky enough to call you one of their people—we are positively addicted, proud to be your junkies.
Why are all these grumpy journalists ignoring an entire subset of young adults who are not supported whatsoever by their parents?
I’m sorry that posting has been pretty sporadic or downright nonexistent lately–I have some exciting stuff going on that has taken me away from the blog, but I promise to be back in action ASAP.
Introducing the latest weekly feature: a line-up of life-hack links I’ve stumbled upon throughout the previous week that offer some really fresh wisdom (read: not-your-average Dr. Phil-ish guidance, but something new or unusual).