I used to have this small lululemon bag that I used to carry my pretty heels when I would commute in, well, my way-less-pretty commuting shoes. It was covered in inspirational quotes and tips about drinking fresh water to flush away toxins and listening first and asking questions later and…
During one of my morning commutes, I listened to a quarter of an episode of The Nerdist podcast, one where Chris Hardwick chats with a post-Boyhood Ethan Hawke. My commute is fifteen minutes door-t0-door, sometimes eighteen when I need to defrostslashdefog my windows. After I finished binge-listening to the Serial…
I’m the kind of girl who picks zombies over Grammys. Well, mostly. I’m actually the kind of girl who watches about 11 minutes of the Grammys — enough to see Pharrell win something, Taylor Swift not win something, a cupcake dress, and Madonna’s inner thighs — and accidentally discover that…
