I Love You, Trader Joe’s
Riddle time: What’s the only thing sexier than Ryan Gosling? Trader Joe’s, the sexiest place on earth. America, I have decided to marry Trader Joe.
Riddle time: What’s the only thing sexier than Ryan Gosling? Trader Joe’s, the sexiest place on earth. America, I have decided to marry Trader Joe.
We’re so invested in “Sad Jen” that it’s hard to see her outside of the perspective of her relationships.
We need to believe that we are the lead character in our own life, rather than a supporting character in a grand narrative, one we all share.
We have a bad habit of asking women to only be one thing — whether that’s the good girl or the bad girl, the life of the party or the bookworm — and we can’t deal with women who straddle those divides or ask us to think differently about what a woman should be.
Having phone conversations on the toilet or the train.
One person wrote that the only reason the Chicken and Waffles chips were included was because of “political correctness,” and another stating that the chips are only for “crack heads.”
At its best, the reason I like Thought Catalog is because it’s a community. The people who comment on my pieces aren’t strangers but followers and eventual friends.
The problem is that not all talented women fit into our societal beauty standards like a string bikini, and that makes them targets in an industry predicated on the norm.
Although films like The Room, I Know Who Killed Me, Howard the Duck and Alone in the Dark helped raise the bar for ineptitude in filmmaking, each is strangely alluring in that special Ed Wood way.
If you can’t remember whether or not the two of you had sex, that is not something we count as the beginning of a whirlwind romance. That’s just called my freshman year.