On one of the very few dates I went on, the guy I was seeing looked at my breasts and called them “little hamburgers” (I’m at least a Jr. Whopper!) He then later grabbed my stomach, jiggled it, and called it “cute”—one of the worst things someone can do to a chubby girl like me…
Feel like you struggle with making personal connections? Need a little stability in your life? All of that can be fixed with a simple text to ChatGPT! In an age where social media has made digital connections the norm and finding genuine romantic relationships infrequent, AI relationships are becoming more and more prevalent…
Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years, and every day, I am nauseatingly lovesick.
On the second night of college, some guy asked me to “shit on his face.” I, politely, declined his offer and was met with pictures of his body—every inch…
Our modern dating scene is more of a chessboard than anything remotely close to courtship. The epidemic of nonchalance tells us to calculate our every move, provoking a detached approach to romance in which we wear our best poker face rather than our heart on our sleeve…
Today, everyone seems to think they can be an entertainment journalist. As long as you have a mini microphone, mediocre jokes, and decent following, the job requirements are filled. There’s no need to actually watch the films diligently or ask any real questions when your goal for the night is a viral clip and some high-quality Getty Images to brag about at brunch…
Like many girls who turned three in 2007, I watched Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses like it was a requirement. The sisters mesmerized me—their steps light and delicate, but their personalities bright and bold. I would bounce around my living room trying to mimic their moves, matching their faces, and pretending that I had my own brightly colored dress. There, in front of my TV, I was a ballerina, too…
I don’t know who I am, and, frankly, I don’t know what I’m doing. I exist in a “gray area,” the in-between of becoming and being, a liminal space of perpetual questioning. Or, to put it less dramatically, I’m approaching post-grad…
How do you move when you’re too afraid to blink? How do you scream when you’re too afraid to breathe? Post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, is defined by Merriam- Webster as “a psychological reaction occurring after experiencing a highly stressing event…