I wish I was an NYU student with an eclectic fashion sense and Daddy’s AMEX to spend at Vegan-Eco-Friendly-Atelier-Baggu-Verified-Seller-Thrift-Stores. 

It’s about to get adorably cringe up in this bitch.

Since when did femininity become a trend?

Uh oh, I’m getting sentimental about living in New York. 

Above is our searing, intense, and at times, uncomfortable, conversation revolving around love, sex, fear, and the geo-political ramifications of college-aged mistakes.

But yes, she is thrilled to be blue-ass-butt-naked in X-MEN VII Death of Phoenix, Arizona, or whatever this movie is called.

Please write the following on my tomb stone: Me and Jewish Grandmas!

An exploration of a funeral weekend, in the style of The New York Times “36 Hours in…”

Kermit the Frog is the Anti-Wife Guy

I <3 the WGA.

up-tight,we-weren’t-rich-we-were-comfortable-undersexed-undergraduates

I’m homesick.

A Theatre Review of A Streetcar Named Desire, allegedly starring Paul Mescal.

Catholic Monks have urges too. And sometimes they’re inspired by YA graphic novels.

To know a good song is to know the smell of weed. You just know. Sometimes, indescribable.

Maybe I already am alive, or dead. Maybe this is all written to eulogize me, long gone or simply run off. 

Jodi Clifford, the “Pin-Ultimte” Pinterest Creator, shows us how she spends her New York Sunday.