in all this hand-wringing about what the media did wrong, I find it pretty annoying that journalism organizations and journalists themselves are being blamed for not living outside of major cities.
Almost since the first day I stepped on campus, I have thought, "What am I doing here at Columbia? Why does this program feel like such a struggle? Do I even belong at this school?"
The "parody" account with my name and photos was taken down late last week. Even though it was only one account, I felt physically and emotionally affected by it for a few days.
I've never had a pumpkin spice latte. I've only had pumpkin pie once. What happens when I try the products flavoured after them?
Today, a friend alerted me a fake Twitter account had been created with photos I had posted. Here is what that looks like.
I started blogging 15 years ago. There's value in writing something longer, with actual paragraphs and bigger thoughts. It's easier to read and find older blog posts. And because they take longer to put together, blog posts feel less disposable compared to Tweets.
Almost every modern woman goes through the struggle described in the Cool Girl rant of the book Gone Girl. "Why don't men like me? Am I not thin/funny/smart/chill/hot/guy-like enough? Do I remind them too much of their mothers? Do I come off as too needy or not interesting enough for them? What the hell is the issue?"