I had a job interview recently (3 months ago) that started with a hypothetical scenario: I am tasked with completing a project by the end of the week. Over the course of the week things come up, I slack off, it doesn’t get done. Now it’s the end of the week. What do I

Finally watched Tár. Is it not Whiplash but opposite? Anyways, I liked it. I liked the weird nighttime scenes because even though I had no idea what they meant, I still felt smart because I knew they were doing something cinematically. I knew cinema was at play. And I didn’t pick my phone up

Addressing concerns that I consider my friends props for Instagram posts. In a recent publication I said that as adults, friends are simply “a collection of people you drink with twice a week to bombard with inconsequential updates”. I want to clarify that these harsh descriptions were meant only to highlight the need for

This is my pitch for an app where you can book a baby for you and your friends to hangout with. Let me know if this is something that you would be interested in.  Are your friends nothing more than props for an Instagram story and people to stand in line with you at

Below is a gallery of the floss picks I’ve seen on the sidewalk. I started documenting floss picks a little over a year ago when I noticed how often I see them strewn on the ground. I think it’s strange because for me flossing is private, not a casual pastime to enjoy while walking

Every three months I need to buy new headphones—the wired ones that plug into an iPhone. I’m not sure exactly why they’re breaking, maybe I’m being punished for listening to nothing but guilty pleasures, forcing me to engage the “private listening session” option on Spotify, lest I be caught enjoying Chandelier by Sia on