A Lemonade-inspired note on fuckboys in gentleman’s clothing.
He sent you a gif of Shia LaBoeuf crying and told you he’s going through a lot right now.
She wears her insecurity on her sleeve, but the narcissism it’s wrapped up in has colored it more prickly than pitiful.
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.
“Write normcore on a post it note and have someone shit on it. Call it art.” Sorry if you’ve been holding your breath, but my self-directed-real-talk is BACK, and it’s pretty extensive to make up for lost time.
What do Jack Kerouac, sunshine, shades, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s have in common? Not much, until Warby Parker brought them all together and won over my little heart.
Trying to assign one lifestyle or worldview to an entire generation of people is bound to be faulty, but EliteDaily really wins the award for hitting the ball farthest out of the park. Actually, I’m not even sure they’re starting in the park—they’re somewhere far outside it, seemingly locked in the basements of their college frat house (a land where tales of Taylor Swift’s de-virginizer moonlight as worthwhile news).
More and more I am noticing how technology allows me to avoid more important pursuits and more enriching lines of thought. I can’t settle for denial any longer, so it’s time to make a change.
Why are all these grumpy journalists ignoring an entire subset of young adults who are not supported whatsoever by their parents?