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I Believe… [Heroin Chic]
...that, with Ozempic making the stars of Wicked look like they are on heroin, it’s safe to say that body positivity is as over as DEI.
The Death of the Middle Class: A Tragedy in Three Acts
Once upon a time, the middle class was the American Dream incarnate.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 5, 2025
Solitude is a sure way to avoid pain. I’ve waded in those waters before. Specifically with romance. But life is and must be a balance. Be flexible. Go with resistance. Be satisfied with life even it has you feeling the way you don’t want to feel. Protect yourself, push yourself. Balance. Survive. Find little ways to thrive in big ways.
Self-Care: A Misunderstood Act of War
You can’t pour from an empty cup, right? Well, you also can’t create, connect, or inspire when you’re running on fumes.
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I Believe… [AI Roast]
...that having ChatGpt roast you is a wonderful window into how potentially full of shit you are. It is a dispassionate revealer of how you appear to the online world and stings while pulling the veil aside.
Notes From the Post-it Wall | Week of December 29, 2024
Jimmy Carter’s greatest failing is that he was too good a man to be President of the United States.
You’re not helping anyone—you’re just bleeding empathy in every direction like a sprinkler system built in hell.