Like Mother, Like Daughter. Unfortunately.

The relationship I have with my mother is an incredibly close one. So close in fact, that it often makes people noticeably squirmy the first time they have to endure a conversation with us. These conversations usually end up disintegrating into topics of butt hole bleaching and how to not fall off when you're on… Continue reading Like Mother, Like Daughter. Unfortunately.

Your Body is Not a Garbage Can

At a certain age, you start to feel mildly guilty about treating your body like a human trash can because all your douche-y friends are buying juicers and gym memberships. These people move upwards and onwards, getting married or being productive members of society; they astutely realize earlier than most, that white people* don't age well… Continue reading Your Body is Not a Garbage Can