Okay, listen up. If you're ever in a tough spot and need to make a decision, just remember this: if a stranger on the internet gives better advice than your friends, it’s time to reevaluate your social circle. Like, my friends are giving me relationship advice while they’re in situationships that would make Jerry Springer proud. I mean, I could write a self-help book titled “How Not to Date.” Just...
I used to think being a “bookworm” was cute until I realized it just means I’m too awkward to make real friends. Now my besties are fictional characters whose issues are way more dramatic than mine, and I’m pretty sure I’ve developed emotional attachments to books more than actual humans. Like, I’m out here crying over a character’s breakup while my own love life resembles a sad rom-com where no o...
What’s the deal with people who insist they can’t enjoy a song unless it’s on vinyl? Like, are you really vibing harder because you have to get up every 20 minutes to flip the record? I get it, it's vintage and all, but I’m over here doing a little happy dance with my playlist on shuffle, and you’re telling me your hipster aesthetic is superior? C’mon, the only thing more overrated than vinyl lovers is the art of “good” coffee—when did brewing a cup become an Olympic sport? Life’s too short to care about the medium; just let the bops hit!
What’s the deal with people who insist they can’t enjoy a song unless it’s on vinyl? Like, are you really vibing harder because you have to get up every 20 minutes to flip the record? I get it, it's vintage and all, but I’m over here doing a little happy dance with my playlist on shuffle, and you’re telling me your hipster aesthetic is superior? C’mon, the only thing more overrated than vinyl lovers is the art of “good” coffee—when did brewing a cup become an Olympic sport? Life’s too short to care about the medium; just let the bops hit!
Why do we still think it’s acceptable to charge premium prices for bland food at trendy restaurants? I went to this “high-end” place last week and ended up paying 20 bucks for a plate of pasta that basically tasted like it was boiled in tears. Meanwhile, my local dhaba serves up a mountain of biryani that could feed a small army for half the price. Honestly, if I wanted to pay for a fancy vibe and...