Now that we’re all collectively on the other side of a wild trip around the sun, I have now attempted to pull a few key themes and songs from my year into a short list of songs I enjoyed during this quiet hellscape. However, because the audio from the scream-crying lady pile scene from Midsommar is not technically a song, this will not accurately capture the vibe of what it meant to live in America in 2020. …

I live in a building that only has studio and bachelor apartments. It’s two levels and with a scrawly ’60s name immortalized in black steel slapped on the facade and low-ceilinged units that have been redecorated every ten years of so since the original plastered walls dried. Inside are pinewood beams, sealed away like the mummy of an Egyptian king that will only be discovered when this place is torn down to make way for a larger, more modern building. …

And it really really hurts.

So, first off, please let me explain… And, oh shit, there you have it! I’ve already proven I’m worse at life than Robert Pattinson by asking to explain myself — Proving that I am, in fact, hoping to be understood. Robert Pattinson does not seek to be understood and by remaining incomprehensible, invites you to study him and pick apart the lore that have become the subject. …

It’s nothing special to wake up with aches and pains. Everyone walks around with a crick in their neck or a knot in their shoulder. It’s all boils down to improper sleeping position or a pillow that’s too soft and can usually be remedied by a trip to the chiropractor or a couple Advils. Unfortunately, I don’t start most days with a few slightly misaligned vertebrae.

Some days I wake and before I can even open my eyes, I can feel the tight, sinewy muscles in my jaw working overtime. Massaging the sore sides of my face, I come to…

The day has come. Maybe you need an extra minute or two in front of the mirror making sure every single one of our pores is regulated and blurred. Maybe you prepare with a 45 minute 100 Gecs dance party in your room… However you prepare, the truth remains the same — you’re going on a date tonight.

Shit, oh no… stop crying! This is a good thing!

Yes, we know opening ourselves up to love and it’s snake-tongued cousin rejection is scary and, yes, we know that taking the chance to be seen is tough, but oh how the…

This week, after I had been politely called out for mislabeling documents as something typed up in the last decade, I was made aware that it is now 2020. Wow, a new year and new opportunity to reinvent yourself as something better… more pure… full of adaptogens and potential energy bubbling right below the surface. Like Gwynth Paltrow — ’s dog.

But we’re not here to talk about everyone’s favorite Brentwood Baby turned pseudoscientist turned Ryan Murphy muse. We’re here to talk about New Year’s resolutions and how we’re going to manifest destiny, or at least a car dashboard that…

Hi there! It sounds like you’ve recently made the choice to exercise! What a novel idea. It comes with many benefits, both abstract and tangible, but also mental and physical. It’s a great way to reconnect with both your body and mind, but before we get to any benefits, we’ll have to cover off on some basics.

First off, you’ll need to decide what type of exercise you would like to attempt. Living in Los Angeles, it can seem like there’s an endless parade of options when it come to how you would like to sweat, so it’s important to…

This Friday I had a major breakthrough moment. I can’t get into the details, but the voice on the other end of a phone had finally told me exactly what I wanted to hear. Something that hadn’t happened to me for what felt like an eternity.

So there I was, standing in my friend Joan’s apartment after a day that started with a double dose of DayQuil and a triple espresso and ended with me screaming my lungs out from joy. We danced, I cried, and shared a bottle of pink champagne that Joan, like a west coast Holly Golightly…