What Katy Perry Taught Me About Life

I resisted. For a long time. To the tune of nearly six admirable months. Maybe it was the derivative trap beats, the three-years-too-late dubstep references,…
Read onI resisted. For a long time. To the tune of nearly six admirable months. Maybe it was the derivative trap beats, the three-years-too-late dubstep references,…
Read on“TIME Can Predict Your Perfect Marriage Date” reads the title, quickly followed by an article that proceeds to talk about how Facebook makes us so…
Read onAll the blood has begun to drain from my head, across my chest, through my arms, down my legs, and into my feet, where the…
Read onThree years ago Balenciaga came out with these chunky boots with cutouts and big buckles. They were aggressive, masculine, a fresh take on punk. They…
Read onI’ve been talking to myself a lot lately, probably because I’ve been quite sad over the last few months, and you can only burden your…
Read onThe girl standing outside can’t figure out how to work the intercom. I come in quickly, overriding her ineptitude for the sake of time, efficiency,…
Read onAs anyone who has read anything I’ve written over the last four years will attest, I’ve wasted plenty of time on dudes, the lucky few…
Read onIt’s here again — this familiar melancholic moment: Knees bent unforgivingly over the wooden floor of my living room, brows furrowed in mean concentration, shoulders…
Read onSweat pours from every inch of every body in this smelly, disgusting room. The towel on my yoga matt is drenched, slate blue where it…
Read onThere’s no sign-in sheet. Which is bad, you know, because there’s already about forty-five girls here, all in roughly the same make and model: thin,…
Read onI stand in vague, slightly embarrassed shock. For the first time since I turned 12 and started shopping (entirely needlessly) for bras, I have been…
Read onDear Lady Squatter, You are the problem. I know the cause of your toilet-centric neuroses stems from the concept of hundreds of bums resting upon…
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