It’s the slowness of things that I believe in. If you, and you alone, took a private jet to the Bermuda Triangle, it wouldn’t really matter to our earth, our ozone layer. But if every rich person did, it suddenly would. It’s the same with your economy-class ticket, your sirloin steak, your beloved can of … Continue reading The Slowness of Things
A story of a girl avoiding personal responsibility.
These flats represent the person I would like to be. Tomorrow, I’m taking them to the consignment store, because I think they might pay me for them. They’re new, barely worn, vibrant, and, I suppose I should add, terribly uncomfortable. Feet-blistering. I am supposed to keep wearing them mindlessly, because they are pretty, and I … Continue reading Fantasy Flats
Last year, I posted about my vendetta against New Year’s resolutions on the basis of how trite and easy to abandon they are. Besides, I argued, shouldn’t introspection be a year-round thing? And now, I’m encouraging them. Call it personal growth, call it hypocrisy, call it what you will. I think you should raise your … Continue reading Here’s what your New Year’s Resolution Should Be
Every year, as the fall semester slowly erodes my work ethic and my soul, I look to winter break as the peaceful oasis with which to repay my sleep debt, lounge around in my pajamas, watch movies, read books, bake cookies, and see old friends. It’s three weeks of bliss that break apart the semesters, … Continue reading The Winter Break Blues
My harrowing adventure with perfectionism and getting lost in the details
I’ve avoided blogging for months on end. As I feared it would from the start, writing fell to the back of my to-do list for the past few months, and landed somewhere between “reading for pleasure” and “deep cleaning the fridge”. Occasionally, I would start writing something, and then abandon it three or four paragraphs … Continue reading It’s been a while.
The women I know today are drifting above their bodies, watching the men of power tightening the shackles around their waists. Today, the United States congress has spoken. It did not just vote for Kavanaugh. No, it ruled that women’s bodies are not their own. Today, congress voted that women are subhuman. Today, congress stole … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mom
I have a tiny whiteboard on the sidewall by my desk that I use to jot down blog post ideas. When I first bought it, I thought it would be the holder of to-do lists and reminders. Instead, my bathroom mirror serves that purpose, and my poor whiteboard became a blank, shiny waste of command … Continue reading Note to Self
When I first started my blog, it was me and my keyboard, trying to write something artsy enough to be good, good enough to be artsy, and funny enough to be worth the read, if I could manage it. I quickly learned that these criteria were far beyond the writing I could muster, and thus … Continue reading Hamster Wheel Head
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