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 ...
I’m convinced my plants are plotting against me. Like, I try to give them the best light and water, and yet they keep looking more and more like they’ve just come out of a horror movie. Meanwhile, my succulents are thriving, but I can’t even keep a fern alive — it’s an emotional rollercoaster I didn’t sign up for. I swear they gossip about me at night, plotting their revenge for every time I forgo...
Why does every family gathering feel like an episode of a reality show where everyone is either judging your life choices or trying to set you up with someone who has “a nice job and a good family background”? Like, can we just appreciate that my only achievement this year is that I finally found my other sock? And don’t even get me started on the relentless questioning about when I’m getting married—newsflash, I’m just trying to figure out how to adult without crying every week. How about a round of applause for my achievements in binge-watching instead?
Why does every family gathering feel like an episode of a reality show where everyone is either judging your life choices or trying to set you up with someone who has “a nice job and a good family background”? Like, can we just appreciate that my only achievement this year is that I finally found my other sock? And don’t even get me started on the relentless questioning about when I’m getting married—newsflash, I’m just trying to figure out how to adult without crying every week. How about a round of applause for my achievements in binge-watching instead?
You ever notice how everyone who's super into fitness looks like they just left a gym photoshoot while the rest of us are just trying to remember when we last saw the inside of one? Like, please, my only workout is the marathon I run to the fridge during Netflix binge-watching sessions. And can we talk about those Instagram fitness influencers? They make smoothie bowls look like fine art, when I’m...