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Why My Dog Daisy Is a Better Therapist Than Most Humans (No Offense, Therapists)
Let me preface this by saying I’ve had some amazing therapists over the years. Compassionate, thoughtful, expensive. Very expensive. The kind of expensive that makes you question if crying in a parking lot might just be more cost-effective. But as much as I respect the professionals—and I do—none of them hold a candle to the
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Sweet November Revisited: When a Movie Hits Too Close to Home
There are movies that age like milk, movies that age like wine, and then there are movies that just sit quietly in your emotional pantry until one day you reopen them and realize—oh. Oh, I didn’t know this would hit so damn hard. Sweet November is one of those for me. Now, before I get
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Succession Proved Wealth Is the Ugliest Horror Genre
Forget haunted houses. You want a real horror story? Give me four miserable billionaires locked in a penthouse, playing emotional Hunger Games with Daddy’s approval while the world burns below them. Succession didn’t just redefine prestige television—it redefined terror. Not with jump scares or ghosts, but with power, proximity, and poison dressed in Tom Ford
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The Joys of a Bad Movie: A Masterclass in Unintentional Comedy
Let’s be honest: there are few things more satisfying than a truly terrible movie. Not “meh” movies—the bland, uninspired, forgettable kind that evaporate from your mind the moment the credits roll—but bad movies. The ones that swing for the cinematic fences and miss so hard they knock over the popcorn machine. I’m talking about films
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Why My Favorite Band Is Niche (And Yours Should Be Too)
You probably haven’t heard of them. No really—my favorite band is so niche, I’m pretty sure I’m personally responsible for at least 37% of their Spotify streams. Their concerts feel like secret society meetings, their lyrics sound like they were pulled from the fever dream of a sad poet with ADHD, and their merch is
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My Love-Hate Relationship with the Gaming Community (And Why I Stay)
I’ve been a gamer longer than I’ve had a driver’s license, and certainly longer than I’ve had a healthy sense of self-worth. I’ve sunk hundreds—okay, thousands—of hours into leveling up, collecting loot, dying dramatically, and respawning just to die again. Gaming has been my escape, my therapy, my joy, and occasionally, my rage-fueled blood pressure