So I decided to try my hand at cooking during the lockdown, and let me tell you, the smoke alarm has seen more action than my social life. I attempted a "simple" pasta dish that somehow turned into a gourmet disaster. By the end, I had a pot that looked like a food crime scene and a dinner that tasted like a sad breakup. I mean, how hard can boiling water be? Meanwhile, my neighbors probably thoug...
I just spent an entire afternoon scrolling through my ex's Instagram, analyzing every single post like I’m some kind of detective. Is there a school for this? Because if there were, I’d have a PhD by now. Meanwhile, I’m here trying to convince my friends that I’m totally over him while I’m basically a soap opera character chasing after his latest vacation pics. Can someone please remind me why we ...
So, let’s talk about the absolute absurdity that is online book reviews. I mean, did anyone actually ask Karen from Ohio why she "couldn't connect" with a character because they were "too fictional"? Like, that’s the point! I read to escape reality, not to get a lesson from someone who thinks Fahrenheit 451 is a cooking show. And can we please agree that if you’re giving a five-star review because "the cover is pretty," you’re probably the reason the rest of us are in these reading slumps? Just saying.
So, let’s talk about the absolute absurdity that is online book reviews. I mean, did anyone actually ask Karen from Ohio why she "couldn't connect" with a character because they were "too fictional"? Like, that’s the point! I read to escape reality, not to get a lesson from someone who thinks Fahrenheit 451 is a cooking show. And can we please agree that if you’re giving a five-star review because "the cover is pretty," you’re probably the reason the rest of us are in these reading slumps? Just saying.
Is it just me, or do we all collectively agree that the minute you enter an elevator with someone, it becomes the most awkward, silent standoff ever? Like, congrats, we've both agreed that looking at the floor buttons is the best use of our time instead of making small talk about the weather. Seriously, what's so hard about pretending we’re not awkward humans? I'd rather get trapped for an hour th...