I watched Off Campus the way many people did: convinced I would take my time, savour every episode, be responsible and measured about it. Instead, I inhaled all eight episodes in one sitting. Night and day blurred together, emotional stability disappeared, and by the finale, yes, as a millennial, a hopeless romantic, and someone who relates far too deeply, I shed some tears. Not because the show ended. But because Off Campus did something that has become surprisingly rare in

There are few things more dangerous than a woman who knows exactly what she should do and decides, with full awareness and unsettling confidence, to do the opposite. Not because she lacks intelligence, not because she hasn’t analysed every angle, replayed every conversation, consulted friends, journaled, overthought, and constructed a detailed psychological profile of everyone involved. But because sometimes logic enters the room, presents its findings, and desire simply says

It has only been a few months since I walked away from a two-year relationship. While I was in it, the sentence I heard most frequently was how I had managed to stay with someone for so long “in this day and age.” What was truly bizarre was this: aside from my therapist, not a single person ever asked whether I was actually happy in that relationship. Everyone was hyper-focused on my “success” in sustaining a long-term bond, observing me as though I were some kind of endanger

The Tumblr generation did not disappear, it grew up and became the people creating culture. The photographers, creative directors, and visual architects behind the images shaping fashion, music, beauty, and internet aesthetics today. Anna Koblish is one of them. With a visual language rooted in Tumblr-era romanticism, Hollywood glamour, pop culture, makeup artistry, and the hyper-curated aesthetics that raised an online generation, Koblish has built a world distinctly her own

I have been thinking about the way I am with others and the way I am with myself. I feel like I can never be truly myself with others. Like I have to suppress a little of myself to fit in with their personalities. Then, I realized that it might not be a bad thing after all. Maybe I’d like to keep some of my interests only to myself. Everyone has their own hobbies, their own obsessions, and their own small ideas. We all have rituals and habits that make us who we are, that mak

When platforms like Instagram and LinkedIn put everyone’s success on display, it seems like it’s only the girls with thousands of followers, the guy with a dad in the industry, and the folks with enough money to spare who are making their dreams happen. If they’re the ones dominating, is there room for the rest of us to succeed? Absolutely, yes. But the key to personal success includes a secret ingredient: “delusional” confidence. Confidence is home-grown. Your confidence is

There’s a beginning. There must be an end. This episode of Euphoria focused on reconciling one’s past with one’s present and future. It also focused on judgement, whether from others or from God. Making mistakes in one’s life is inevitable, but what separates bad from evil? All of the characters are faced with the reality that their betrayals, self-deceptions, and pursuits of fame and fortune have destroyed their lives. The hopes and dreams each character had for their future

This thought process began when I was watching Clueless in my Romantic Writers class. I grew up loving every part of that movie, but the house party scene in the Valley has had a grip on me for the past decade. From the outfits to the dancing and music, the vocabulary, everything was so quintessentially ‘90s. Of course, I mainly thought that because of the setting. Julia Stiles became the icon she is largely because of her dancing scene in 10 Things I Hate About You, where sh

The world is buzzing with the startling percentage of Gen Z who have never been in a romantic relationship (44%, to be exact). As a twenty-two-year-old who’s never changed her relationship status from single, the term in love feels like a forbidden phrase. It’s a bottle placed on a shelf I can’t quite reach. I’ve seen my friends grow tall enough to reach their bottles, popping them open and sipping the bubbly drink with stars in their eyes. I’ve also seen them drunk on the sw