“Hey, you know there’s no God, right?” I overhear a junior high age, pasty white child say to one of… Read more No Waffles for the Weary
“Hey, you know there’s no God, right?” I overhear a junior high age, pasty white child say to one of… Read more No Waffles for the Weary
It can’t be something necessarily intended. Wielding control over a massive sect of people. It has to come about naturally… Read more Millennial Cult Leader
When you stare at anything too long, it becomes something else. Is no longer what it is, but instead an… Read more Ogled Into Oblivion
Her father has grown to hate women more than he ever did before. In his younger years, which, for a… Read more Another Little Princess’ Crown Bites the Dust
It started innocently enough. As an attempt at getting into the “cultural spirit” of things. And at the beleaguered encouragement… Read more Gaufres, Frites et Chocolat Chaud: Le Régime Alimentaire des Champions
“It’s strange to look at it now, in person. I’ve seen it so many times in books and talked about… Read more To Piss Is Art
“Too much is not enough,” reads the back of a homeless man’s sweatshirt lying on the ground as I pass… Read more Glamorama Anxiety in Brussels
If you had asked me how my life would turn out in 1989, when I was in the prime of… Read more Phoenix Hotel
It’s already generally embarrassing to bring a new beau home. Something in it that forces your parents to unwillingly acknowledge… Read more The Embarrassment
We weren’t the type of girls you would find at or near the Dominque Ansel Bakery. We were more the… Read more The Dominique Ansel Bakery: A Non-Survivor’s Half-Baked Entry