If you scroll through Instagram right now, you’d think everyone is either sipping Aperol on a yacht in Capri or crying tears of joy after buying their third investment property. Meanwhile, you’re sitting on your couch in mismatched socks, trying to figure out if the leftover Thai food from three days ago is still safe to eat.
If you haven’t started Season 3 yet, clear your schedule. In a world of dark, gritty anti-heroes, watching Quinta Brunson and the crew navigate a chaotic public school is like a warm hug. It’s funny without being mean. That is the energy we need in 2024.
Fair warning—this one is a little heavy. But it’s a thriller wrapped in a journalism package. It made me think about where my water comes from. (And yes, it made me finally buy that reusable filter.) candid jean ass
This week on the blog, we’re doing away with the highlight reel. We’re talking about the messy, mundane, glorious middle ground of life—and the entertainment we consume to survive it. Last Saturday, I had a plan. The plan was to be a "Productivity Goddess": wake up at 6 AM, run 5 miles, meal prep quinoa bowls, and redecorate my office.
That is self-care.
What actually happened? I slept until 9:30. I ate cold pizza for breakfast. And I spent three hours reorganizing my sock drawer because I was avoiding answering emails.
So go ahead. Put on those sweatpants with the hole in the knee. Binge that reality show. Order the delivery pizza. If you scroll through Instagram right now, you’d
Let’s be real for a second.