No Shit Sherlock Award – Emotional Damage
Scientists have finally confirmed what I've known since the early 2000s. I'd like to present the No Shit Sherlock Award for the most obvious study — and share my personal checklist of achievements unlocked.
The Algorithm Showed Me That I Am Not a Mirror, I’m a Problem
La Llorona couldn't stand her own reflection, so she made sure I couldn't stand mine. A narcissistic mother's beauty standards, decoded by the algorithm.
It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
Sex Sex Sex – a MasterClass in Getting None
I don't for one second feel like I am living vicariously through my friends. I just feel bad that I can't reciprocate in the sex story telling, unless I revisit my ancient sexual history. How long has it been?
Love is Dead – Casualty of the Divorce
I wanted the opposite of what my mother had. Instead I ended up in somewhat the same place — and I'm not trying again.
