You ever notice how the person who always says "I'm just being honest" is usually the one who's about to drop some unsolicited brutal opinion? Like, congrats on being "real" while I’m over here trying to live my life without feeling personally attacked. Also, if honesty is the best policy, then why is my therapist still charging me for these revelations? Just give me the "honest" discounts, please...
I have a confession: I’m pretty sure I’ve watched more cooking shows than I've actually cooked in the last year. I can tell you how to whip up a five-course meal in under an hour while I’m over here ordering takeout for the third time this week. At this point, my kitchen is basically a shrine to unfulfilled promises and dust-covered pots. I just want to know – do you think Gordon Ramsay would be m...
So I’m sitting at a café the other day, and I overhear this couple arguing about whether ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas movie. Like, really? I'm pretty sure it’s a bigger debate than who shot JFK at this point. Meanwhile, I’m just here trying to enjoy my overpriced latte while wondering if my entire life is just a series of heated discussions over pop culture. Seriously though, why are we so passionate about movies that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things? If my life was a movie, it would be titled "Confused and Overcaffeinated."
So I’m sitting at a café the other day, and I overhear this couple arguing about whether ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas movie. Like, really? I'm pretty sure it’s a bigger debate than who shot JFK at this point. Meanwhile, I’m just here trying to enjoy my overpriced latte while wondering if my entire life is just a series of heated discussions over pop culture. Seriously though, why are we so passionate about movies that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things? If my life was a movie, it would be titled "Confused and Overcaffeinated."
I don't get why everyone raves about avocado toast like it's a culinary masterpiece. It’s literally a fancy green smear on bread, and I’m over here trying to appreciate the art of a good, greasy samosa! I mean, who decided that adding a sprinkle of salt and some Instagram filter made it gourmet? Can we just admit sometimes food should just be delicious and not a fashion statement?