Ann Midori

I was hanging out with a friend recently (let’s call him James) when we passed a cheapish department store. Glancing up at the neon display, he sneered, “Ugh, I would never shop there.” A familiar anger flushed my face, one that accompanies elitist comments from people I like. But then I remembered his “complex.” The…

It’s easy to get caught up in the idea of “identities.” We are “Introverts” and “Single Girls,” “Twenty-Somethings” and “Hopeless Romantics.” We are Carries, and Charlottes, some of us even Samanthas.

You know that a mumbler or inaudibly soft-spoken person is ~almost~ worse than a rude person.