Nothing is more mortifying than traveling with cats.
On your way out of Montreal middle-aged women–all en route to all-inclusives–cling to their husbands as you walk by. You are the married life angel of death. Alone and spinster-esque. Burdened under the weight of your overpacked suitcases and cat kennels, reeking of desperation. One woman shudders and [...]
This weekend I told Nichole that Steve Buscemi is sort of my dream man. I’ve thought about it since and maybe it’s a bit too conventional-masked-as-contrarian? Can I still love Steve Buscemi? Does loving him just paint me as some cheesy Enid archetype, my casual Bob Skeetes fantasies later manifesting themselves in Buscemi’s more dimensional [...]