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THE NEW YORKER

Whimpering Pines Retreat for the Truly Neurotic

Welcome to Whimpering Pines Anxiety Retreat Center. We are so glad that you could join us. 

THE NEW YORKER

A Day in the Life of Pinterest

The sun shines through Pinterest’s upcycled stained-glass window, catching the mirrored elements on the mobile she crafted.

THE GUARDIAN

Don’t Fear the Weeper: How to Cry in Public Like a Grownup

You are an adult human and you are about to cry, like a baby, in public.

THE GUARDIAN

The Brilliance of Cher’s Twitter—a Jewel in the Bizarro Crown of the Internet

While many celebrities use Twitter for self-promotion, Cher just lets it all hang out. Reading her daily missives is like getting rosé drunk with your favorite aunt.

THE GLOBE AND MAIL

The Ultimate TIFF Celebrity (Fantasy) Encounters

Who needs to actually see celebs during TIFF? The crowds are sweaty and the parties are exclusive. There are something like 57 velvet ropes between you and anyone you'd want to talk to – even if you did meet Kristen Stewart, she would mostly want you to go away. Just enjoy one of the drinks below paired with the optional celebrity encounter fantasies provided.

THE GLOBE AND MAIL

Female Comedians Are No Longer a Rarity. Their Next Challenge? Joking About Their Messy, Physical Lives—and Being Funny

In a basement on Toronto's Bloor Street – at a comedy bar called, well, Comedy Bar – 12 women are telling each other jokes. Deadpanning Brit Theresa Ramirez heads up to the mike. “I think proposals are the last bastion of white misogyny,” she says. The other women laugh. “Because …” Here she pauses, looking a bit lost. “Actually, I don't know how that one ends.”

THE NEW YORKER

Juice Contract

This is an agreement between Juice Your Own Adventure and ________ (hereafter referred to as the Juicee).

THE NEW YORKER

Tragic Micro Fiction Inspired by “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn”

Pete's protests were useless; the breakfast menu was served only till ten-thirty.

The sunburn never became a tan.

THE CUT

Mistakes I’ve Made While High on Taylor Swift

I’ve been cowering in my house since Monday, avoiding cars, bars, and coffee shops—anywhere the radio might be playing Taylor Swift’s freshly minted and fast-moving record 1989. 

LENNY LETTER

What it Means When You Dream About a Pony

I don’t know who started the rumor that no one wants to hear about your dreams. I _love_ hearing about people’s dreams. I want to hear every single weird thing your subconscious presented to you while you were asleep

THE GLOBE AND MAIL

Wedding Dress Shopping? Not the Fun I Expected

I was led to believe there would be champagne.

VICE

I Had a Food Fight With a Foot Fetishist

My initial plan was a series of interviews. I would talk to a few different people about their obscure fetishes in an effort to find out what exactly was so hot about a woman sitting on you like you're a chair or knowing someone really needs to pee or...

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