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 foo...
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 painting. Can we all just admit we’re mostly here for the free wine and Instagram selfies?
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 painting. Can we all just admit we’re mostly here for the free wine and Instagram selfies?
I swear, the struggle of finding parking in this city is an Olympic sport. I just spent 30 minutes circling the same block, contemplating if it's worth parallel parking between the car that looks like it was parked by a blindfolded toddler and a giant SUV that probably has its own zip code. And don't even get me started on the absolute audacity of some people who think “one inch” clearance is enou...