A brief rant.
I am afraid. It’s 8:16 in the morning. I am trying to do my due diligence as a writer by reading consistently, everyday. But today I am terrified. I just finished a New Yorker fiction piece about a nursing home in Singapore detailing the lives of its elderly residents, the ones who are dying a slow death, often without the support of their families. It sounds like torture.
I’m turning 30 years old this July. I know it’s not old. But I know it’s driving away from young. I feel it. Telling someone your 30 rings different…
You have to exercise.
You have to make sure you’re eating the right foods.
You have to cook.
You have to have a job.
You have to do your job.
Oh, you don’t have a job.
You have to find a job.
You have to fix up a resume.
You have to sleep.
You have to have hobbies.
You have to set doctor’s appointments.
You have to make sure you have insurance.
You have to shower.
You have to make sure you’re keeping your romantic life afloat.
You have to make sure you’re working toward your dream.
Let me get this straight: you want me to chew my food before swallowing? No. All my life I would see a plate of food, put it in my mouth, and let gravity finish the process. But now you’re asking me to use these disgusting white bones behind my lips to tear apart a whole cookie or a perfectly ovular egg? No thanks. Those are going straight down with no interruptions.
One of the reasons I love swallowing food whole is to witness a bagel or a pile of peanuts or a candy apple…
It’s not exactly retirement, but it’s close.
Wake up. Remind internal clock I am no longer CEO and don’t have to wake up so early.
Warn internal clock that one more slip up like that and I’ll replace it with an Amazon basics alarm clock. Laugh. Go back to sleep.
Wake up. Remind self that there was nothing wrong with cutting health benefits for hundreds of part-time workers.
Do ten pushups followed by ten Bezos pushups, which involve pressing down on the floor using newly implanted tentacles instead of hands while reminding self that…
Even though you’ve been (relatively) sexy and (relatively) alive for over thirty years now, you’ve been repeatedly snubbed on this list. You’ve made your peace with it.
You’ve long resigned yourself to the fact that you’ll never make enough to pay off your student loans, own property, or found a billion-dollar military-grade weapons empire. And it’s not like you haven’t tried!
If only they’d warned you about how fierce the competition would be at the NICU, you might’ve done things differently and landed that coveted modeling gig with Huggies.
Despite your best efforts, you’ve…
Over the last few years, comedy writer Mike Sacks, author of NYTimes bestseller Poking a Dead Frog, has begun publishing comedic novelizations of fake movies. His 2017 release, Stinker Lets Loose!, was a novelization to a fake trucking movie from the ’70s, in Passable In Pink, it was a John Hughes-esque movie from 1983. Now he’s releasing a novelization to a screenplay based on a fictional 1993 movie called Slouchers. …
So you can ride a bike. Amazing. This means it’s the perfect time to purchase a professional cycling outfit to show the world how well you sport tight spandex. But the inevitable question arises: When exactly should I wear my new cycling outfit? Well, here’s your guide for when to show off your new threads and why it’s all the time:
No matter what coffee shop you enter around the world, you will see that baristas LOVE cyclists, especially ones like you who rest their bikes in front of the customer entrance and let their stomachs pop out of their…
Speaking with the Toronto native about finding her voice in comedy.
Jhanelle Dennis balances her time performing standup, working in talent acquisition for CBS, and hosting a weekly Instagram series called “Pull Up” with @leahabrahams. Jhanelle also produces and co-hosts a podcast called I’M TRYING! where she and her co-host speak with friends to discuss failure and embarrassment.
Jhanelle was performing and now, like most of us, she is confined to her home, occasionally performing on a Zoom show while exploring other creative outlets to perform. A big part of Jhanelle’s stage persona is embracing what she doesn’t know and…
Why can’t I finish anything?
I start. I start reading. I start writing. But for nearly thirty years I have been unable to finish a damn thing. I probably won’t finish this.
Who’s even prolific? People with agents. That’s who. The people who get their work seen by people who have the power to get their work more seen. But me? No. How can I be prolific when I can’t even finish a piece of writing and even If I did where would it go?
I’m sitting in my living room a 5:10 a.m. My cat, Roger, is crunching on…
With summer in full swing, the temptation to flock to the beaches, the pools, and the many fireworks displays is rising. This year, however, it is crucial that we remain in quarantine until this pandemic ends.
But you need to light fireworks.
We get it. Here’s what we recommend: Stay In. Save Lives. Do your part by setting off your fireworks in your apartment.
Safety should be your number one priority when setting off fireworks in your apartment. You can trust a recently laid-off guy like my uncle who makes fireworks in his brother-in-law’s…
Writer/producer/person based in Brooklyn. Work in: New Yorker, McSweeney’s, Vulture, Slackjaw, Points In Case. I eat many doughnuts, regardless of my funds.