I did all the things I was supposed to. I was quick to cheer others on. I could look at someone and find a dozen things to compliment them on in under a minute. I smiled a lot, said yes a lot, and embodied the kind of person that I’d want to meet. Continue reading “Are You Too Hard On Yourself? Here’s How To Stop Kicking Your Own Ass”
It sounds like something you’d hear on an episode of Oprah or find slapped across the cover of a self-help book in the bargain bin: Are you afraid to be happy?
Yeah, like I’m afraid to win the lottery and see Tom Hardy naked. Continue reading “Are You Afraid To Be Happy?”
I started this year off in a strange, strange place.
It feels like a lot has changed. And like most changes in life, it feels too sudden. It came with too little warning – at least, that I was willing to see – and I feel unsettled inside. I wish I could get my insides to untwist themselves. I wish I could smooth myself down like fresh asphalt. Continue reading “A Word About Change: What Destroys Must Also Rebuild”
I’ll admit it: in middle school, I talked shit about Hufflepuffs just like everyone else. It was the cool thing to do. I was a Ravenclaw – intelligent, clever, and not as…non-descript as I imagined Hufflepuffs were. Continue reading “In Defense Of Hufflepuffs Everywhere”
Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by the electoral college.
The election (aka the beginning of this particularly depressing dystopian novel that we’re all currently living in) (jk!) (kinda.) was weeks ago. Since then, I’ve gone through my stages. I’ve felt hopeless, I’ve done the anger thing, I’ve pointed fingers, but you know what? It’s time to move on. Continue reading “America Elected A Bigot. Now What?”
No one is safe from the twerk police.
After separate videos of Malia Obama and Serena Williams dancing hit the internet, I’ve seen people blasting both of them for not being able to dance, and I am at a loss. Continue reading “Not All Black Girls Can Dance”
Here’s the scenario: you’re sitting on your bed in your least favorite, ugly ass pajamas. You have no desire to actually write or create (you know, what you thought was your whole purpose in life), opting instead to feel like shit about your lack of productivity. You scroll through your Facebook feed, feeling like garbage made sentient as you watch your peers succeed in life and be passionate about various things and go on dates and shit.