personal essays
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Fuckboys
As both a term and a concept, the fuckboy is wonderful, and he is wonderful for me. Here's why.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Fuckboys
As both a term and a concept, the fuckboy is wonderful, and he is wonderful for me. Here's why.
The Power of HelloGiggles, the $30 Million Posi Content Farm
The key to Zooey Deschanel's content farm success isn't celebrity. It's positivity.
Sloane Crosley Explains How Bad Writing Is Like Bad Vodka
We talked to the best-selling author of "I Was Told There'd Be Cake" about "girl books," the fucked-up confessional essay market, and her long-awaited debut novel, "The Clasp."
Following a Trail of Dead Ladies and Trying Not to Kill Yourself
We got drunk with Jessa Crispin, the founder of Bookslut, to talk about her new essay collection, "The Dead Ladies Project," in which she writes about literary expats to stave off wanting to die.
I Went to Grimes's Birthday Party and All I Got Was a Fight with My Boyfriend
While Solange DJed from her phone, I was pushing away a great guy who was trying to love me.
Making a Successful Indie Film With My Brothers Was a Total Nightmare
In 2009, Kate Spicer started making "Mission to Lars," a low-budget film about trying to introduce her disabled older brother to his idol, Lars Ulrich, the drummer of Metallica. What happened next was less an uplifting tale of dreams coming true and...
Clicking the Bean: The History of the Internet's Most Popular Lesbian Blog
Since Riese Bernard started Autostraddle as an "L Word" fan blog, it has transformed into a full-fledged publication receiving a reported 4 million page views a month. So why aren't advertisers attracted to the site?
This Is What It's Like to Be in a Plane That Has to Make an Emergency Landing
The cabin is quiet as we make our descent. I'm not a religious person, but I silently pray. As we approach the ground, the only thing I hear is the flight attendant screaming, "BRACE, BRACE, BRACE, BRACE."
How Horror Movies Helped Me Get Over My PTSD
After my house burned down, horror films gave me back my normalcy. In them I saw my tragedy depicted constantly, reverently, in all sorts of different forms.