In Defense of Being Bad at Things
I bought a sourdough starter last year because the internet told me hobbies were the cure for existential dread. Three weeks later, it died in my fridge, unloved
Essayist and recovering academic. Left a tenure-track position in comparative literature to write things people actually want to read. My work explores the absurd machinery of modern life — dating apps, self-help culture, late capitalism, and the lies we agree to believe. Published in The Baffler, n+1, and Catapult.
I bought a sourdough starter last year because the internet told me hobbies were the cure for existential dread. Three weeks later, it died in my fridge, unloved
I have spent approximately eleven thousand dollars learning how to appear as though I haven't tried at all. This is the math of modern femininity: a skincare routine tha
I am lying on a yoga mat that cost more than my first car, trying to remember how to breathe. The instructor's voice is telling me to
The internet promised that waking up at 5am would change my life. They were right, but not in the way they meant.
I have been crying in bathrooms for fifteen years and I have become, if I may say so, something of a connoisseur.