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“I’m Not a Poet, I’m Just a Woman” – Taylor Swift and the Crisis of Cultures

The emotional journey of The Tortured Poets Department can be described as capricious – you’re cringing but then, you’re crying (or at least, I am).

Why Weird Girl Fiction Speaks to Something in All of us

Often borrowing tropes from the horror and supernatural, weird girl fiction doesn’t shy away from the ugly parts of womanhood. Iit hones in on them.

How to Break Free From the Catch-up Friendship Loop

This repetitive ping-pong of lattes and life updates is catch-up friendship in action – and it’s leaving us all underwhelmed.

  • The Trauma of Being a Tween: Eighth Grade and Welcome to the Dollhouse
  • Beyond the Fig Tree: Embracing Clarice Lispector's Abyss in the Age of TikTok
  • When Writers Become Gods
  • Making The Case For Parasocial Relationships: Taylor’s Version

    • May Cause Side Effects: Situationships and the Heartbreak I Wasn’t Expecting

    He gave up and called it off with a parting text. All the anger I had felt, trying to protect myself, made way for the sheer disappointment and sadness I felt at the end of this short lived romance.

  • If He Wanted To, He Would: TikTok vs. Our Romantic Relationships
  • Divorced by 30: 3 Women on Embracing ‘Failed’ Relationships
  • My Era of Solo Dating
  • The 21st Century Version of ROMANCE - A Shift From Fairytale To Conscious Relationships
  • You’re not Mentally ill for Listening to Taylor Swift

    • You Do It To Yourself: Why We Can’t Stop Social Media Stalking

    I clicked on her profile, fulfilling some lizard-brain urge to snoop, and then did the one thing that we all have nightmares about, and accidentally followed her. I unfollowed within seconds, but her reflexes were sharp—and I was swiftly and quite rightly blocked.

    Binge

    You used to weigh no more than a five-pound bag of Domino’s sugar—this your mother likes to tell you often, fondly, with nostalgia-stars in her eyes. Next to the baby picture is the middle school picture of you in your tennis team uniform. You, a just-hatched bird, were smiling; XS labels on all your clothes.

    Skin Longevity: Anti Ageing Repackaged