In case you missed my obnoxious Instagram and Twitter posts about my birthday, I turned 27 this week…and I’m a little freaked out about it. Somehow, I thought, as a kid, that 27 = adult, and therefore = having your shit together. But, despite feeling like a constant imposter of a 27 year old, supposed
I’ve been obsessed with true crime for as long as I can remember – certainly long before I ever started studying it as part of my degree – and the fascination has only grown over the years. It was only natural, then, that at...
Well, it’s been a heck of a year, hasn’t it?A royal wedding, Yanny/Laurel, Queer Eye’s incredible reboot, and, well, Ronda Rousey at Wrestlemania 34. I wasn’t going to write anything, particularly, to welcome in 2019, but I suppose seeing everyone’s Instagram highlights made me...