For All the Younger Sisters, but Especially Mine
My baby sister is just like me in all the ways that matter, in all the ways afforded to sisters who were born six years...
Teen Mom 2: Teenage Girls’ Capacity To Love
On a recent binge of Teen Mom 2, I became fixated on teenage girls' capacity to love. The two seasons available on Netflix detailed the lives...
You Don’t Know Your Idols
As a long-time fan of Harry Styles— all the way back to his One Direction days— I feel pretty secure in my judgments of his...
Lessons in Morality With Evelyn Hugo
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid is the book that made me swear off heterosexual-centric literature forever (I'm barely kidding, I...
Squid Game: The Capitalist Illusion of Choice
The TV series Squid Game illustrates the illusion of choice we're given in a capitalist society. Players are gathered to compete for an ultimate cash prize, in...
3 Movies Where Nothing Happens
Life moves so, so slowly. I spend an hour on the train to meet my friend in Bay Ridge, twenty-three minutes to get to the...
True Crime: Our Obsession With the Dead Girl
The investigation surrounding Gabby Petito's disappearance coincided with my re-reading of Olivia Gatwood's second poetry collection. Gatwood introduces Life Of The Party with an observation on...
‘Stop and Go’: Engaging With Pandemic Films
I liken the end of an era to seeing a movie about it. Time has passed, and now we can look back on this thing...
On Combating Birthday Fear
I have incredible amounts of birthday fear. With my twentieth rapidly approaching, I am stewing in anxiety. I cry every year on my birthday, feeling...
Amy Dunne & Other Unlikeable Women
Most unlikeable women, including Gone Girl's Amy Dunne, have been proclaimed so by men. All it really takes is a somewhat popular guy in your Spanish...
The Vegetarian to Vegan Pipeline
As an aspiring vegan — and current vegetarian — I try to limit myself to buying vegan groceries for my apartment. I already don't eat...
The Art of Getting Screwed: NYC Apartment Hunting
The tote I’m sitting on cracks underneath my weight. It’s packed to the brim with clothes, barely surviving the eight hour car trip, our cramped...