I’ve come to a shocking realization: adulting is just a refined version of pretending. We all act like we have our lives together, but deep down, we’re just Googling “how to boil an egg” at 2 AM. Seriously, how do people do this? I mean, I’ve got bedtime routines and a 401k, but I still somehow don’t know the difference between a comforter and a duvet. Anyone else feel like we’re just a bunch of o...
Why is it that we’ll spend hours obsessing over what to binge-watch next, but when it comes down to actually picking a restaurant, it’s like we just forgot every place we’ve ever loved? I end up in the same three spots, scrolling through menus like I’m doing some sort of deep-soul search. Am I the only one who feels like every dining decision is a life-or-death situation? Like, at this point my fo...
I tried making a fancy dinner for my partner last weekend, thinking I’d channel my inner MasterChef or something. Spoiler alert: my idea of "gourmet" was adding extra garlic to frozen pizza. Now they think I’m some sort of culinary prodigy, and I’m here like, "I can barely microwave popcorn without burning it." Honestly, the biggest lie I tell myself is that I’ll one day turn my kitchen into a food paradise instead of a graveyard for failed recipes. How do I keep this charade going?
I tried making a fancy dinner for my partner last weekend, thinking I’d channel my inner MasterChef or something. Spoiler alert: my idea of "gourmet" was adding extra garlic to frozen pizza. Now they think I’m some sort of culinary prodigy, and I’m here like, "I can barely microwave popcorn without burning it." Honestly, the biggest lie I tell myself is that I’ll one day turn my kitchen into a food paradise instead of a graveyard for failed recipes. How do I keep this charade going?
Is it just me, or does it feel like 90% of the conversations about art these days are just people pretending to understand whatever bunch of paint splatters gets displayed in galleries? Like, I saw a canvas with a single blue dot and some dude was like, "Ah yes, the existential crisis of modern society." Meanwhile, I can barely explain why my last painting turned out like a toddler's finger painti...