Millennials, especially those of us on the older end who were born in Reagan’s second term, are a generation of many dualities. Duality comes up in so much of my work and I always thought it was just because of a vast amount of personal circumstances and life events.
But it turns out my entire generation is riddled with them. Our lives have been colored by hope and doom alike, and we watched technology and communications advance at different speeds.
We saw the end of the old world and the last decade of relative stability and prosperity for many Americans…
I distinctly recall this conversation I had with this guy I slept with after a punk show in 2010.
“So, what’s your plans?” This was the exact conversation I wanted to avoid. I somehow woke up in some bumblefuck place in Suffolk County, a ways off from my safe and solitary dumpy domicile in The Bronx. Being a grad student broker than Mike Pence after Biden’s inauguration, and the fact that it would take a couple years before rideshare apps would become de rigeur, I unfortunately had to depend on this lamentable one-shot deal for a ride back to the…
Bros, bros, bros.
You weren’t just doing mindfulness all wrong; you haven’t quite gotten this whole crypto investor thing on lock either. Why settle for becoming a Bitcoin millionaire when you could potentially outearn Jeff Bezos by getting on the FROGCOIN train?
As your resident shitposting herper who has never owned or mined any Ethereum whatsoever, I’m going to teach you all about how you can latch onto the hottest new cryptocurrency like amplexing cane toads! …
I saw this tweet a couple days ago, and it got the gears in my brain turning, as well-constructed Twitter conversations often do.
I graduated college in 2009, grad school in 2012. Although according to my actual paper degrees, the years are 2010 and 2013 because I finished both in the winter. …
A suit can hide many things. Tattoos. Scars. Dreams and realities.
Those bristling seas of suits as empty as the platitudes they’re given about teamwork and mission statements. See you at the office baseball game, Bill. I wonder if the rumors are true that he’s fucking Stacy in accounting.
Suits of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Some have a designer label. Some are bright and garish like the contingent of pink, yellow, and blue packets poured in the writhing mass of mass-produced coffee, and just as saccharine and hollow. Coffee swallowed without question every morning just like culture.
So I read this piece, and it pissed me off.
We’ve been getting a million panic pieces that just blame and shame women for why they’re not having kids — whether it’s by choice or not — and it needs to stop.
Have these people seriously not noticed that America has basically become neo-feudal as the planet burns like a pizza bagel that got too close to the toaster’s roof? Even the ocean is on fire. …
The Mindfulness Industrial Complex has been experiencing incendiary growth in recent years. Warren Muppet, Melon Husk, and all the other billionaires are investing entire economies of Eastern European nations into mindfulness startups.
The industry is reporting a 14,000% growth rate with a $20 quadrillion market cap because of how easy it is to sell. …
… if you’re not a cutthroat professional, you have no other choice than to be mother of the century. Because seriously, what else could you, as a woman, possibly want to do with your time?
Making video games, writing rants, petting amphibians, starting a new death metal band, and getting dicked until I can't drive over the Cross Bronx anymore without being in severe pain.
AND I LOVE MAKING THEIR BRAINS EXPLODE WHEN I SAY THIS
So I don’t normally participate in the “writing about Medium” niche partly because I don’t profess to be an expert in making money on this platform, and partly due to pieces about this actual place supposedly falling into a curation blackhole on purpose.
But there’s been so much confusion and even resent regarding this recent phenomenon, the Member List Bonus, that I felt the need to write about it since I’m honestly scratching my head on this now.
Look, I’m not objecting to Medium giving me an unexpected $1,500 over the past three months at all. Keep it coming, Ev…
I was inspired to write this after I read this brilliant and heart-rending piece by Jacqueline Dooley.
As someone who spends a lot of time deciphering the epidemic levels of Millennial loneliness and feels like facepalming every time yet another thinkpiece comes out proclaiming that social media is making us miserable and we just need to go out and talk to people again — they’ve forgotten how it’s not…