Like, why do they all, like, talk, like, valley girls? Like, literally
I’m only in my early 30s, yet lately, I’ve found myself uttering phrases like, “Kids these days,” or shaking my head at what I perceive as a general decline in… well, everything.
I’ve never quite understood the compulsion. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? That pervasive, almost aggressive need for couples to broadcast every single detail of their relationship on social media.
Does that really need to get your panties in a bunch?
Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.
The bar has been lowered on 'celebrity'
I've made it pretty clear that I'm not a fan of life playing out on social media. Just scroll through my other commentaries in recent weeks. You'll see.
The stream dream has become a costly nightmare
I remember it so clearly: the sheer joy, the unbridled freedom that came with cutting the cord.
I love when performative social-media relationships break up
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we present our lives online, and specifically, how we present our relationships.
How much skin graffiti does one body need?
I’ve never understood the widespread fascination with tattoos, especially when they reach a certain… saturation point.
Companies are too desperate for feedback and reviews
I recently ordered groceries online, a mundane transaction in our modern world, one I’ve probably completed hundreds of times. Barely 10 minutes after the delivery, my phone buzzed. An email: "How was your experience?" My immediate thought wasn't gratitude or helpful feedback; it was an exasperated groan. Again?
You act the way you dress
I have a theory, one that might sound a little old-fashioned, but I truly believe it holds a kernel of profound truth: I think if people dressed nicer, the world would be significantly less douchey.
Are employers expecting too much or are workers just lazy?
I'm obviously employed so this commentary isn't about me. I do, however, have several unemployed friends who say they've been unable to land a job in the past year.
Don't even pretend you focus on your heart rate
Oh, the memories. The scent of old gym mats, the echo of squeaking sneakers and the ever-present, vaguely terrifying whistle of Coach Thompson. If you grew up any time before, say, the era of smartwatches and personal trainers for toddlers, you’ll likely remember the post-exertion ritual designed to transform us into miniature athletic scientists: the dreaded pulse check.
Confession time: I’m a creature of convenience. Not the kind that meticulously plans out every minute, optimizing for peak efficiency. No, I’m the kind that eyes the overflowing laundry basket and thinks, “Hmm, maybe that’s a job for Future Me,” then immediately opens a food delivery app. Because, let’s be real, the entire premise of these glorious modern marvels – be it Instacart, DoorDash, Uber Eats, or the burgeoning legion of "someone else doing it for you" services – is the noble act of outsourcing the mundane.
What's the deal with birthdays?
I just don’t get birthdays.
Everybody has THAT co-worker
I always loved working in an office. I appreciated having a desk and a computer – a space I could call home base.
The television flickered, casting a familiar, soft glow across the room. Against my better judgment, I found myself — yet again — marooned in the captivating, often bewildering, world of The Bachelor.
I kinda wanna be a dog
Oh, to be a dog. I wake up most mornings, wrestle with the existential dread of my alarm clock, glance at the piling bills on the counter, and then cast an envious eye at my furry housemates -- the boss' dogs -- who are belly-up, snoring like contented chainsaws. And that’s when the thought hits me, almost daily: pets, particularly dogs, have it ridiculously easy.
There are few things in this grand, baffling theatre of life that bring me quite as much unadulterated, slightly cynical joy as scrolling through my social media feed and encountering the latest wave of hyper-inspirational, motivation-on-steroids posts.
I'm back on the tipping thing. It's a debate that isn't going away any time soon!
Customer service ain't what it used to be
Is it just me, or does customer service take forever now? I find myself asking this question almost every time I need to interact with a company, and the answer, sadly, is almost always a resounding "no, it's not just me."
With the cost of everything going up, it’s had many people figuring out how to save a little more -- or a lot more, let's be honest.
You realize public panhandling on your social pages is funny, right?
There I was, innocently scrolling through my social media feed, minding my own business, perhaps contemplating the existential dread of another Tuesday, when it happened.
Let's have more kid-free zones in this world
It made international headlines — for good and bad reasons — when a New Jersey restaurant banned children under 10 years of age. You already know the two sides of the story without hearing it: Yesssssss! and That’s so unfair.
Every time I scroll through my social media feed and see someone proudly proclaiming a new follower milestone – whether it’s 1,000, 10,000 or even 100,000 – a little part of me cringes.
There's no way I'm doing it again
I think back on my time as a student walking the halls of my school… and occasionally skipping class. I remember how life was carefree, I felt safe and looked forward to growing up and making something of my life.