“Too pretty for a job.” “I put the hot in psychotic.” “My iron level is lower than my standards.” These baby tees, adorned with ironic, often sarcastic phrases, have resurfaced with the Y2K revival, casting an odd shadow of humor over fashion. On one hand, they serve as subversive fashion statements supposedly intended to empower…
I have a Pavlovian reaction to L’Eau D’Issey. It was my ex’s favorite (and only) fragrance, and it’s like I’m transported back into his white-curtained bedroom whenever I get a whiff of it on the street…
There’s something about the first crisp morning in October that triggers an almost Pavlovian response in the perpetually single. Perhaps it’s the way scarves begin appearing around necks like relationship status indicators, or how every coffee shop suddenly transforms into a backdrop for potential romance…
He’s the sweet, bumbling “fixer-upper.” He’s a-dork-ably funny, and he never learned how to do laundry. His ineptitude is endearing at first, until you’re months into proving Freud right and teaching a grown man how to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher…
When I was in middle school, I had shoulder length hair. My light brown locks dangled in waves behind my ears and draped down my neck. It tickled the collar of my T-shirts that read “Let’s Get Weird” and “Angry Birds for Life” as if to say, “I’m only ten and I’ve already defied the constraints of the gender binary….”
Yearning, pining, longing… Have you or someone you know been a victim of unrequited love? You may be entitled to emotional compensation…
Time Slips Away Time slips softly through the garden of memory, felt in the delicate whisper of leaves and the soft clinking of teacups. We gather around the table, a…
Melted Wings “Melted Wings” is a piece that embodies the regret of something you once had. The ability to fly is full of freedom, but nothing is more limiting than…
Behind Closed Doors Set in the bathroom at a party, “Behind Closed Doors” depicts the internal struggles of returning to a familiar place, the pain of time passing, and the…