Cody Delistraty

“I can’t keep referring to basketball players as Khloe Kardashian’s husband and his friends.”

A recent study published in the Journal of Consumer Psychology found that taking photos of your food before eating makes your meal taste worse.

About a decade later, scientists still didn’t know better and went searching for a “nostalgia bone,” thinking they could identify a physical cause for the sentimental feelings of days past. During the two World Wars, “nostalgia” remained a common medical diagnosis among wayward soldiers who tried to abandon the front.

“You could always go to law school!”

Many now view college as, at its essence, only a conduit to a good job, and if you say you’re studying painting or photography, someone is bound to roll their eyes, certain that you’re only biding your time until you’re allowed access to your trust fund.

Writing in a journal versus on your blog or as a Facebook or Twitter update will not only allow you to go deeper and write more, it will permit you to be entirely truthful and open about your thoughts.

Maybe don’t order a drink with your ridiculously large Olive Garden pasta if it’s going to keep you from tipping. Maybe don’t go eat out at all.

Yet, there is no need to feel sorry for the privileged. It was Albert Camus who wrote, “There is only one class of men, the privileged class.” That’s to say, no one else really matters.

We like to think that as much as it felt like love, our first romances were predicated on infatuation and newness — that what we felt wasn’t actually love. Yet, I think it was.

Indeed, if love is one’s end goal of life — if it is what will bring us happiness and banish loneliness — then why must it also be so dreadful?

Post statuses saying you’re “Doing a little writing” or “Not going to let this third act problem get the best of me. Pushing forward!”

When we go to the top floor – really, the only floor worth visiting at MoMA – I spotted a Miró across the room.