Yesterday, a video of young women taking selfies of themselves and being mocked by announcers went viral. Also, by the way, there was a school shooting.
How a simple video game review written by Elliott Smith changed my life and taught me why art mattered.
A post that examines why you think your dreams/desires/needs are impossible, and why you need to stare this impossibility straight in the face and go to war with it.
It is time I admit it: almost everything important I do is motivated by anger. And yet my mission is to create a world where people build rather than destroy. How can these two possibly coexist?
Mental health activists have been fighting a winning war for more awareness for their cause. But there have been unintended consequences to their success.
I’m trying to live a life that I’ve been afraid of living for years. I’m trying to push forward a movement in the Jewish world. And I have no idea if I’m right to do either one.
Two minutes ago a man yelled “Sieg Heil!” at me and did the Nazi salute. But let me start from the beginning.
Man, do artists love the myth of drug dependence and emotional instability being the key to unlocking their creativity. Only one problem: they’re dangerously wrong.
About the last time I wasn’t fat, then how I got fat, then how I started to stop being fat again. And also, why it matters to the way we all approach weight loss.
Why sequels, clickbait, and imitation hold the secret to true creative expression.