I would pay for sex. I watched season one of The Girlfriend Experience and found myself drawn to how the main character compartmentalized her life (sort of, but stay with me). She had a real life. With a real career. Then she had clients. Clients who didn’t know her real name, her real cell phone … [Read more…]
I don’t know if I told you, but I tweet less. Like, markedly less. It’d be cool if not tweeting translated to reading more books or writing more. Nah. I’ve moved my mindless scrolling to Pinterest and Instagram. I get more out of my minimalist wardrobe and follow some pretty enthralling terrible Game of Thrones fanfic memes, … [Read more…]
I know, I know. There are 20 days left in 2017. But have you seen the news lately? Between Dude in the White House and potential changes to net neutrality, who knows where we’ll be by 12/31? (I kid, I kid. Hopefully.) Anyway. I didn’t keep up with #SkinnyBlackJams this year, as I was consumed … [Read more…]
Think of “Jay-Z” as an ink blot If your first thought is “Beyonce’s husband,” “cheat,” “Lemonade,” or “New York Times interview,” this post is not for you. If you’re thinking “’99 Problems’ is my JAM!” this post is not for you. If you’re thinking “YAAAAAAS, I’M A JAY-Z STAN, TOO,” sorry. Not for you, either. … [Read more…]
In August 2007, Pluto entered my Fifth House. I was in the middle of a massive transition. One year out of undergrad and I was ready to burn the bridge behind my first failed attempt at adulthood. I left a job I hated, a city I hated, mourned a relationship that had been Fool’s Gold, … [Read more…]