I quit Twitter a few weeks ago. My friend Ben saw my anxiety publicly flare up in an argument with a Not-All-Man, sent me the “It’s Time to Stop” GIF on Facebook Messenger, and demanded my login information so he could change it all and lock me out. I did not argue or protest. It … Continue reading Figuring things out and finally leaving Twitter (again)
When I moved to New York City in the fall of 2016, there were a lot of things I suddenly needed to adjust to. I hadn’t been in school for six years. I had never lived on campus before. I had never lived alone. I felt like during the eight and a half months I … Continue reading Things I wish I knew before I started grad school (and j-school again)
In the midst of thinking about all the bad things that happened in 2016, it was easy to forget the good things that happened, and even feel a little guilty if your personal life the past 365 days did not resemble a garbage fire.
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?”
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?”
I use Twitter a lot. It’s helped my career immensely, tided me over when I was in jobs that didn’t fit, as well as helped me worked out ideas about life, my career and my industry at all hours of the day. Even though I am a woman who is a visible minority and a … Continue reading Why I stick to using Twitter
Like many of my generation, I almost never buy CDs anymore. But I’m confronting hundreds of them and so much of my other stuff because I’m moving again.
Going through all of your life’s possessions is tedious. The idea of going through each item you own, figuring out if it gives you joy and how to get rid of it is exhausting. There are a lot of memories and emotions tied to stuff.