Why does every time I try to make a "quick" meal, it turns into an episode of Chopped? I mean, I just wanted to make scrambled eggs, but somehow I’ve managed to create a disaster that looks like the aftermath of a food fight between toddlers. And can we talk about recipe bloggers? "Prep time: 10 minutes" – yeah right, if you have a culinary degree and a fully stocked kitchen. Meanwhile, I’m standi...
Why is it that every time I try to give someone advice, it feels like I just handed them a map to a haunted house? Like, "Yeah, follow this path and you'll find all the ghosts of your bad decisions waiting to jump out at you!" Honestly, I think we should just have a universal sign that says, "You’re better off figuring it out like the rest of us—trial and error!” And can we all agree that unsolici...
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 like, tell Netflix I need a therapist instead of more rom-coms? This algorithm is going to ruin my credit score if it keeps trying to convince me I need to ‘find love’—because clearly I keep swiping left on reality.
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 like, tell Netflix I need a therapist instead of more rom-coms? This algorithm is going to ruin my credit score if it keeps trying to convince me I need to ‘find love’—because clearly I keep swiping left on reality.
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 ...