Does coffee really need to have a third wave? Does it really need to be $6 and have a ridiculous name like Piccolo Latte? I mean seriously, are buzzwords for coffee like “Third Wave”, “Fair Trade” and “Artisanal” really necessary? Does alcohol have to have 15 things in it so you can actually pretend to stomach it?
Originally published on MajorityMag.com >> Ah yes, the Bloody Mary. Everyone’s favourite post-#lastnightsparty drink; a great Bloody Mary is the perfect cure for hangovers and pre-brunch thirst. This yummy savoury cocktail is a timeless classic. Here’s a look at some compelling re-inventions that will get your mouth watering after a hard night.
We live in an age where youth, and a weak grasp on reality is glorified. Somehow, everyone I know is commitment phobic, and afraid of growing up. Perhaps it’s just the circles I run in or something, but I find myself around people who put an inarticulate, romanticised version of life on a pedestal.
I lie awake in my bed in the dark. I roll to my side and face the blank wall. I’m in love – I think to myself. At this moment, I feel strangely about this feeling. I can’t put my finger on it. But I’m in love, except, I’m in love with no one. I curl into my pillow and smell it, it smells like love and love sure does smell good.
Originally published on MajorityMag.com >> This is why I always say, if you love the movie, go read the book. The book came first for a reason. It was successful first for a reason. Who knows how movies have butchered or altered the true thesis of the stories we so love?
Last week, I came off my meds. It’s been over a year I’ve had my pal Zoloft with me, everyday. Calming my tits, cutting off the weird lump in my throat when I watch some sob story on TV, helping me not wake up frantic and breathless and craving cigarettes.
There are times in our lives we find ourselves thriving. As human beings, we are survivors so when shit hits the fan, we find a way back. We always do. And then we thrive.
Originally published on MajorityMag.com >> In the past year, there’s been a shift in Swift’s social media direction and image. Gone are the rabid tabloid speculations of who Swift’s next squeeze is, and who she’s writing her next heartbreak hit over.
So what can you do when life has knocked you down? Your boyfriend dumped you, your independent Graphic design company has dissolved, your hair keeps curling at the neck like a mullet and you can’t get VIP guestlist for the Heineken Party? You’re 27, you’re young, you’re hot (sans mullet).
DJs – modern day rockstars. So with that development, comes the evolution of “groupies”. Hence, The DJ Fucker, was born. I’m not talking about a DJ who is a fucker here, I’m literally talking about the DJ fucker in the most carnal of ways. An over the decks, under the sheets sort of scenario.