The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
In many ways, even just this year, the yolk feels like it is running.
Why on Earth is Smut Being Normalized, Though?
But in the plainest terms, unintended porn addiction is the dead last place where I want to pursue equality.
A Sick Day
For most of the following day, you will alternate between dozing off and scrolling Wikipedia—its mostly black-and-white interface far less obnoxious than that of Instagram.
In the Waiting, I Sing
That’s why stories hit children so hard.
Romanticizing My Commute
I’ll take that over driving in DC traffic every time.
March Was a Lot
It comes earlier in the scene than you expect, and is devastating in its simplicity.
I Was Wrong About My Mom
My heart still yearns for Caribou runs and dressing room dates.
I Was Wrong About Living Alone
I missed sharing a gallon of oat milk—because who really goes through a whole gallon of alternative milk alone?
I Was Wrong About My Spouse
I always joke with people that I was never really plugged in enough to find myself in the firing line of all the classic Christian dogma taught to children.
I Was Wrong About ****
How can we be expected to take a topic seriously when it is being referred to in the internet’s version of rhyming slang?
