This is how I picture Lana: a cool, disaffected girl who would smoke cigarettes with you in the parking lot of your high school, a girl who was the first to lose her virginity in her group of friends, a girl who was never particularly ambitious but things just happened to her, things that everyone else wished for and worked so hard to get but couldn’t.
My life was going 120 MPH, except it was actually going in slow-motion because I was sitting in front of a computer screen 12 hours a day clicking refresh, refresh, refresh.
There are a lot of disgusting people in Los Angeles. There are a lot of disgusting people in New York too…
Love does not conquer all. If you spend too much of your twenties hating yourself, if you fail to learn the art of self-preservation, you will begin to break. It’s that simple.
The Grove is a tacky outdoor mall in West Hollywood that’s filled with mini-Mario Lopez’s and Lauren Conrad’s but the ridiculousness is part of the fun!
According to Lindsay Lohan’s recent interview with Oprah Winfrey, I have done more cocaine than the actress who has been sent to rehab six times.
Technology has made it easy to fall for someone who never actually existed and that’s why we have so many random three-month relationships. People who come roaring through our life, only to disappear without a trace. We implicitly let people know that they don’t need to offer us an explanation.
Remember when Adam Goldman made that brilliant show The Outs and everyone lost their shit because it was so, so amazing? Well, he’s back at it again with Whatever This Is—a show that follows two production assistants who are working every terrible job imaginable, struggling to make ends meet in NYC.
Nobody’s perfect. Everybody is a hypocrite. I find myself backpedaling into body-snarking and slut-shaming and when that happens I have to stop and acknowledge it as harmful behavior that’s been indoctrinated by our society.
A few years ago, I called my friend and asked her to log in to my bank account and transfer money from my savings into my checking so I could pay my weed dealer. GOD, WERE WE EVER SO YOUNG?! (and smart phoneless?)