Tatiana Pérez

24 hours of fame, courtesy of the most important app on my phone.

19 things no one born and raised in The City can seem to wrap their head around.

Tell me which of these twelve popular diets you follow, and I’ll tell you who you are.

Apparently, you have a bedtime again!

If you don’t know, read. If you don’t care, fine. I don’t really care if you don’t care. Redeem a tiny part of your willful ignorance by pretending to care enough to share so that maybe, this time, other people will care enough to share, too.

“That message—that really homogenized, myopic message—that your sex is the thing that makes you valuable—that is your currency—that limits women’s choices.”

You’ll realize you don’t matter.

I’m no longer too proud to admit that boys created (and sustained) my *need* for makeup.

Baby, when you think you’re alone, don’t cry. You’re not alone. I’m here. We’re all here. And baby, we’re all beautiful.

You’re desensitized to some extremely silly showings of *manhood,* many of which come at your expense. Good luck, babe. You’re gonna need it.

When you call yourself a Boss Ass Bitch, you mean it. You’re not embarrassed. You’re not ridiculous. You know you’re a boss. Everyone else better recognize.

You’ve started ordering her wine. No, no... anything but the Chardonnay. Too oaky.