Last Tuesday, I humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. No, make that seriously humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. You know, the kind of embarrassed-that-could-fill-out-a-whole-row-on-your-Shame-Charts™ moment when you start to question your name and…
Backstage at Miu Miu’s spring show last month, I did my best not to trip over aggressively thin models or whisper-yet-still-incredibly-pricey dresses as I pretended to blend into the scenery.…
I was dumped last month. Text message. On my birthday. While standing in the middle of the grocery store buying him dinner. Timing-wise, it was like somebody read the handbook…
Last month, I was visiting my mom on Cape Cod—she had guilt-tripped me into coming to see her new “investment pieces” (read: three basically identical beige linen shirts that were…
Last week I had one of those deeply embarrassing moments where I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized I looked horrific. I was getting dressed for…
I’m staring at two striped sweaters in Target, and something about them is breaking my brain. They’re identical, but one costs $34.99 and is from the women’s section. The other?…
My mom sent me a photo the other day and all I wanted to do was bury myself under my desk and pretend it didn’t exist. There I am in…
It’s time we had a discussion about brown. Not light brown, caramel or sand. Not mocha, chocolate, tobacco or espresso. I’m talking about actual brown. The ugly shade of brown…
Let me take you back to last Tuesday. Imagine me – aged approximately 16 (in years I haven’t lived yet), watching teens on TikTok shove every piece of clothing they…
I have a confession to make: I’m a full-on camp counselor. And until my friend Emma confronted me about it last week while we drank horchata in the park, I…