Can I just say something? In the world of female singlehood, I’ve stumbled upon countless strange dating patterns — but this one might be the most crucial, confusing, and contagious of them all: the epidemic of the partially single man. What do I mean by that, you ask? I mean the men who claim to
Can I say something unpopular? Society trained us to fear being 30 and single—as if a birthday could turn your love life into a pumpkin. But fear is just the mind’s favorite ghost story. And ghosts? They’re not real. Neither are the timelines you keep torturing yourself with. What is real? The way heartbreak hits
Can I just say something? What’s worse than being single is having a crush. Like, single is peaceful. I can watch reruns of “Sex & the City” in peace while eating sushi in bed without worrying about stray rice in the sheets. But a crush? A crush is emotional caffeine. Suddenly my mind is hijacked
Can I just say something? I dated a guy on and off from my junior year of high school until I was about twenty-four. When it was on, we burned like a fire hazard. But when it was off? Total blackout — no calls, no texts, not even a ghost. Every time I went back
If you would’ve told me a year ago that I’d be running a dating and lifestyle empire from a window seat at Chateau Marmont, half-writing, half-texting ‘what are we?’ to someone I met 48 hours ago, with a dirty martini in hand — expanding across three cities no less — I would’ve said, “Sure, right
Can I just say something? In a world where the standards are low and the male ego is high, it seems that men have become the tequila and women have evolved into the chaser. But what about the women who still yearn to be desired, chased, and sought after? Should modern dating be an equal
Can I just say something? As a society built around labels — from nutrition to politics, relationships to social — maybe it’s time we ditch the need to define everything. Especially when you’re dating in a new city, where it’s just as much about meeting new people as it is about putting a label on
Fire. It keeps us warm, until suddenly things get so hot…we’re burning. Never in a million years did I think I’d see my beautiful city in flames. A city so magical, so alive…suddenly we all witness its vulnerabilities before our very eyes. But how? Why? What next? The question suddenly becomes, how deep does our
Can I just say something? In the season of mistletoes and cuffing — or at least that’s what society tells us — are there more reasons to embrace your singlehood than to embrace another person? From saving money on gifts to avoiding that controlling mother-in-law who wonders where “the rest of your skirt is,” let’s
Can I just say something? Los Angeles is the toxic boyfriend who, no matter how many times he ghosts me, gaslights me, or leaves me crying into a $17 dirty martini at Craig’s, I still find myself running back into his arms — or, more accurately, onto the 405. The last month or so, I