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Am I Superficial If I’m Not Attracted to Men Under 170 cm?
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Let’s get something exactly 169.5 cm tall and slightly hunched out of the way: not being attracted to shorter men does not make me superficial. It just makes me… biologically…
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Why Misery Loves Clicks
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World’s on Fire, But At Least I’m Caught Up In 2025, as we wobble through life juggling laundry, existential dread, and an uncharacteristic obsession with gluten-free croutons, something remarkable has…
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From Wine to Weights: My Accidental Fit Mom Era
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I used to think “sleep deprivation” was just a hangover with better branding – something achieved only at festivals, regrettable nights out, or when binge-watching TV shows with subtitles (because…
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Half a Million Ways to Say “Madness”
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Thompson, Zagreb, and Me (Not There, Obviously) Right now, as I write this, Zagreb is swelling. The Hippodrome is a living organism, a throbbing nationalist jellyfish with stage lights and…
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I Hate Summer (and I’m Not Sorry About It)
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The sun starts rising before 5 a.m., and I feel personally attacked. There it is again: the bright, smug face of summer. No one asked for it, and yet it…
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No, We’re Not Taking Our Toddler to the Seaside. We’re Going to Tomorrowland. Twice.
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In a move that has shocked boomer relatives, kindergarten moms, and Instagram’s algorithm alike, my husband and I are heading to Tomorrowland. For both weekends. And we’re doing it without…
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My Thirties: A Redemption Arc No One Asked For
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Or, how I accidentally became someone who owns matching workout sets, by Erika Matic. In my twenties, I was an unpaid intern for chaos. I drank like Prohibition was looming,…
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Three and Unstoppable: A Birthday Celebration of Our Little Raver
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There are moments in life that force you to confront the tender, unvarnished truths of parenthood. For us, that moment arrived with a confetti cannon’s worth of glitter and the…
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Turning 32: A Birthday Wish, Of Sorts
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Well, here we are. Another orbit around the sun, another year closer to wearing socks with sandals unironically. Thirty-two. The age where you’re still young enough to tell yourself you’ve…
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Growing Up: The Ultimate Horror Show
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There’s a special kind of horror reserved for growing up. As a child, you imagine adulthood as a shimmering utopia of independence, late-night ice cream, and inexplicably large throw pillows.…