I think I've finally cracked the code to adulting: just pretending to know what I'm doing until someone asks for actual advice. Seriously, who decided we should all just 'figure it out' without a handbook? I'm over here Googling "how to cook rice" at 2 AM while my friends are busy posting about their "flawless" lives. Can someone assure me that adulting is just a giant group project where nobody k...
Is anyone else completely baffled by how we’re all just pretending to be adults? Like, one moment we're screaming over a video game boss, and the next we’re supposed to be having deep conversations about mortgages and 401ks. I swear, my most adult decision this week was whether to finally buy the fancy cheese or stick with the store brand. Can we just collectively agree that "adulting" is just ano...
Can we talk about how "being fashionable" nowadays just means wearing the most ridiculous stuff for no reason? I walked into a café the other day and saw someone in a full-on neon jumpsuit with dad sneakers, and I couldn't tell if they were auditioning for a circus or just really committed to an ironic Instagram aesthetic. Meanwhile, here I am trying to figure out if I can get away with wearing the same jeans for the fourth day in a row. At this point, I think my wardrobe is just an ongoing debate between “who cares” and “please don't let anyone see me.” Fashion trends should come with a disclaimer: Warning, this may cause existential crises and unexpected fashion showdowns.
Can we talk about how "being fashionable" nowadays just means wearing the most ridiculous stuff for no reason? I walked into a café the other day and saw someone in a full-on neon jumpsuit with dad sneakers, and I couldn't tell if they were auditioning for a circus or just really committed to an ironic Instagram aesthetic. Meanwhile, here I am trying to figure out if I can get away with wearing the same jeans for the fourth day in a row. At this point, I think my wardrobe is just an ongoing debate between “who cares” and “please don't let anyone see me.” Fashion trends should come with a disclaimer: Warning, this may cause existential crises and unexpected fashion showdowns.
Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a movie night, someone in my life decides it’s the perfect time for a philosophical debate about the plot? Like, I didn’t invite you to be the director’s commentary; I just wanted to watch a rom-com without breaking down the emotional trauma of the characters. Honestly, if I wanted existential discussions, I’d be watching an artsy film at a pretentious indi...