A text I receive far too often: Where are you? Are you dead? I see my home as much as I seem to see sunlight—almost never. I rise early in the morning every day, then return home late on a regular basis. There’s class, or work, or my attempt to be social, or always some reason to be out. This year, I have been trying a new plan of “productivity and proactivity.” My belief has always been that I have the same number of hours in a day as Obama,Read More

“Harmoneeeee and Meeeeee, we’re pretty good companeeeeee” might have been Elton John’s best rhyme. Honestly, if you listen to a lot of Elton John, you might realize that not many of his songs rhyme. When you try to sing one of his hit songs for yourself, it comes out with none of the angelic strut that Sir Elton just belted. And you wonder why this is.  Well, it might be because Sir Elton is one of the greatest masters of vocal range of all time. An you’re not. Years agoRead More

To get the full effect of this post please listen to this song while reading. “The subway breaks everyone and afterwards many are strong in the broken places.” -Ernest Hemingway/Rachel Harrison. Taking public transit is a struggle. Despite the perks of never having to worry about gas or car payments and insurance, the subway tests humans in unspeakable ways.   Stranger Danger Being trapped in an enclosed space with hundreds of complete strangers daily is not ideal to say the least. More often than not these strangers possess alternative views onRead More

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I walked across the stage at Radio City, diploma in hand, gauze on my post-Senior Formal feet and mom in the audience. I said goodbye to sharing secrets, stories, and clothes with my closest girlfriends, Tuesday night drink specials, and the corner-deli guy. I said goodbye to all-nighters, gin buckets, and afternoon ragers. I said goodbye to friends, to family, to professors-turned mentors. I said goodbye to one home, and said hello again to another. I said goodbye to college and hello to home.Read More

Believe it or not, nine years have passed since a little known five-piece from San Diego burst onto the scene and into the ears of every American with a melancholy, beautiful power-ballad by the name of “Boston.” Seemingly overnight, Augustana – the creation of crooning frontman Dan Layus – found themselves thrust into the mainstream. “Boston” appeared on everything from MTV’s TRL (THAT WAS STILL A THING!) to episodes of Scrubs and One Tree Hill, and was played repeatedly on every major radio station. The song went on to becomeRead More

Does it seem like there’s been more and more commercial encroachment on your life?  It should.  The average American consumes about 11 hours and 52 minutes of media every day – a number that includes digital formats, radio, and print, as well as TV – up a staggering 66 minutes since 2010.  All that time gives advertisers more opportunities to take a stab at you, whether you’re relaxing in front of the boob tube, catching up on Hulu or reading articles on your favorite site (see: Writtalin).  We live underRead More

When your neutral state has finally surpassed that flat-line contentedness and you find yourself surfing an unexplained wave of happiness–life is good!  You’re in love with breathing and being and even that barely-there whiff of lavender tinted B.O. wafting from your pits (thanks to your new all-natural deodorant) is the smell of heaven itself.  This could very well be how your lazy Sunday begins. And then, to the dismay of anyone who ever had a soul, Pharrell Williams’ song “Happy,” (the anthem to your Sunday,) which has been playing onRead More

-DAVID GANDY- Twitter: @DGandyOfficial Instagram: davidgandy_official Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/OfficialDavidGandy   David Gandy is my choice for this week, and he is an absolutely delicious hunk of heartthrob. He has some of the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life, and I think I’m in love. I originally was fortunate enough to see this man-candy in the D&G commercials for their “Light Blue” cologne, but I never knew his name until I started doing my research. This tall, dark, and handsome Brit – who was born in 1980 – is originallyRead More

1. Are crotchless panties still considered sexy if it’s due to wear n tear? 2. Are we human or are we dancer? 3. Why does diet coke make me feel more human? 4. Is it pathetic, weird, or thrifty to buy some of your bras from the little girl’s section as an adult? 5. Why is puberty part of God’s plan for us? 6. How often does the President have sex? 7. Which President was the most sexually active? (Clinton joke lurking here.) 8. What was the last thing youRead More

So before I published “5 Things About Which I Refuse to Believe the Hype” on Writtalin, I actually submitted it to Thought Catalog first. I waited about 15 minutes and since they didn’t respond right away I figured they rejected it, and since I’m impatient af, I put it up on Writtalin instead. Not that Writtalin is my second choice or anything because Writtalin is the essence of my being and I owe my life to Writtalin and please don’t fire me #TYBG. Anyway apparently some bitch was REALLY offendedRead More

Sometimes it’s the type of underwear or just the shape of your darling butt.  Other times it’s because of certain movements or a school bully.  Whatever the cause, most of us can agree that a wedgie is an uncomfortable and awkward secret lurking in our pants, and it needs to go away.  You have to pick it.  You can’t spend another second with your underwear swallowed by your ass.  Here are some tips for public excavation:   1. Coat Pockets These are ideal for frontal wedgies.  With your coat buttonedRead More

This morning, I left my beautiful, intelligent, Android (we’re in a committed relationship) on the counter of a public restroom. Just five minutes later, when I panicked at the emptiness of my pockets, I Usain Bolted back, only to find my phone no longer there. COMMENCE PHYSICAL SPASMS OF TERROR, PROFUSE BACK SWEAT, AND INTERNAL WATERFALL OF TEARS. For the rest of the day, I was forced to go about my daily schedule while feeling completely disconnected from the rest of the world. At one point, I probably convinced myselfRead More