The Therapy-App Fantasy: An Overwhelming Demand for Counseling has Spawned Slickly Marketed Companies Promising a Service They Cannot Possibly Provide.
“Like Tinder, a therapy app serves up a tantalizing array of faces and names with the promise of choice and agency. But even if some users get lucky, a satisfying relationship is hardly guaranteed.”
“Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen grew up to make New York’s most desirable clothes. But can even perfection survive the pandemic?”
“I may scream into a pillow, or stare out into the void, or get stoned out of my mind, or even weep a little. But I won’t complain.”
“She posted an ad for a roommate. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“A white woman calls the police on her Black neighbors. Six months later, they still share a property line.”
Emily Ratajkowski writes an essay on celebrity, objectification, and consent. “I’ve become more familiar with seeing myself through the paparazzi’s lenses than I am with looking at myself in the mirror. And I have learned that my image, my reflection, is not my own.”
On Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s powerful speech on the House floor, and the entrenched narrative of the “disruptive” woman.
“I think every life is like a novel.” Marga Griesbach was born in Germany in 1927. Her life is like multiple novels — horror, romance, magical realism, travelogue. Whatever you’re doing right now, you should stop it and read this story.
“My husband and I shared a love of food. Then he cheated on me when I was seven months pregnant.”
Clean, soothing, predicatable, controlled, and ready for Instagram.