"Take a photo of the spread," my mother says. "This way you can remember what to arrange when I’m dead."
Once again, Mary HK Choi and Natasha Vargas-Cooper discuss the successes and shortcomings of the current popular cinema
I love that I can no longer lie about my age. It’s even in the URL.
Preposterously prissy pepper spray…. I know we all get a fuckton ridiculous emails about all manner of crap but this bedazzled solution to personal protection was particularly hilarious. I wrote an imagined conversation in the “ideation meeting” where this garbagemonster was born.
You know that thing with low-carb tortillas where, if it has fiber in it, it means it has fewer grams of net carbohydrates? I’ve been relying on the same dubious math when it comes to shoes. A five-inch heel only clocks in at three inches if it has a two-inch platform, right?
I wrote this for The Cut about starting to wear flats because my legs are broken :(
I wrote about Earl Sweatshirt for The Fader cover story. He’s excellent.
This was from when I followed Rihanna for a week all over the world and did not get to talk to her not even one time.
I wrote this about my mom. It’s sort of sad. Mostly emo. My Foreign Mom.
I wrote this for the Times
The insanity and elation of New York’s newest residents.