I’m done with the exhausting, soulless, checking-account emptying over-gifting extravaganza that dominates Christmas.
The things that make a strong middle class — the things that our parents relied on to build wealth — don’t exist anymore.
Do not tell me this is a representative democracy.
It’s ALL back in style? Like, seriously, ALL OF IT?!?
“Women have been monsters, monsters have been women, in centuries’ worth of stories, because stories are a way to encode these expectations and pass them on.” -Jess Zimmerman
Asking the important questions, like: Do we need to define ourselves with things? How does each generation deal with death? And how much teen boob is too much?
Until now, I have only owned big dogs. Enter Koki: a geriatric, half-deaf little dog with a heart condition.
For most of my adult life, work has been the primary outlet for my creativity. So what happens when a new job doesn’t want my creativity at all?