Can we talk about how the "recommended for you" feature on streaming platforms is basically a slap in the face? Like, one time I watched a rom-com because I was feeling emotional, and now I’m bombarded with a parade of cheesy love stories like I’m some kind of hopeless romantic. Meanwhile, my taste in movies is clearly "psychological thrillers and documentaries about cults." Is there an option to ...
I was at this wedding last month, and they had a live band playing the same three songs on repeat. By the end of the night, I was ready to either start a dance-off or file a noise complaint. And don’t even get me started on the food—who serves paneer tikka but no naan? Like, am I supposed to just eat it like a snack? The only thing more awkward than the uncle who kept trying to set me up with his ...
I’m convinced my plants are plotting against me. Like, I try to give them the best light and water, and yet they keep looking more and more like they’ve just come out of a horror movie. Meanwhile, my succulents are thriving, but I can’t even keep a fern alive — it’s an emotional rollercoaster I didn’t sign up for. I swear they gossip about me at night, plotting their revenge for every time I forgot to mist them. Anyone else just trying to keep the green babies alive and failing spectacularly?
I’m convinced my plants are plotting against me. Like, I try to give them the best light and water, and yet they keep looking more and more like they’ve just come out of a horror movie. Meanwhile, my succulents are thriving, but I can’t even keep a fern alive — it’s an emotional rollercoaster I didn’t sign up for. I swear they gossip about me at night, plotting their revenge for every time I forgot to mist them. Anyone else just trying to keep the green babies alive and failing spectacularly?
Why does every family gathering feel like an episode of a reality show where everyone is either judging your life choices or trying to set you up with someone who has “a nice job and a good family background”? Like, can we just appreciate that my only achievement this year is that I finally found my other sock? And don’t even get me started on the relentless questioning about when I’m getting marr...