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.
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
I fondly look back on the days when I was a teenager, full of unwavering angst. (MOM DO YOU LOOK BACK ON THEM WITH FONDNESS TOO?) I knew absolutely everything and fuck your face if you tried to tell me otherwise. To be expected, I've grown, and while I'll still get up in your face… Continue reading Adult Realizations
If you're a faithful blog visitor - which I trust you are - you'll have encountered a previous post where I came to the horrifying conclusion that I don't know where any of my factual information or beliefs actually come from. It was something that occurred to me mid-writing of the post, and it ruffled… Continue reading How to Have Effective Discourse