Taylor Swift has a new boyfriend. Possibly! Maybe? We need this. Lately, the world has been exceptionally exhausting.; a joyous event unfolding before our eyes, even if carefully crafted in some PR office, we’ll take it. Lie to us! But lie well. So far it has been well.

I popped onto Twitter the other day, scrolled through my timeline a bit, and within a few minutes, I ran into three interesting Tweets: “Stop disturbing women you’re not ready for”, “Men be like “I’m different” then be a different type of disappointment”, “When you first…”

I used to write a lot about why men do what they do. I analyzed them to a point of unconsciousness, thinking if I break them down diligently, I would somehow instigate a shift in dubious behaviors. Men don’t bother me as of late.

This week, I watched two TV shows about love, so the description says - back to back, one after the other. Both are based on bestselling books. Tell Me Lies on Hulu, and From Scratch on Netflix. I watched Tell Me Lies, first.

In all honesty, I did not want to add to the Depp vs. Heard conversation. I kept resisting as much as I could. You could tell by how many times you asked me to write about it…

I often spend time deconstructing the absurdity of relationships. Yes, sometimes everything aligns for two willing souls to discover each other. Not one pulling, calling, texting, or planning; but both equally devoted to the cause of the other. Only, it’s a rare occurrence. We all heard about it, like some myth, there to actually…

“This is a show about female desire - That’s the sentence I wrote at the top of everything - the first story document, the first outline, the first script for Sex/Life. It was an…

Given relationships are what I mostly wrote about for a decade now, I didn’t write one single article about it this year. Not for the lack of subjects or things to say; this year is nothing if not fruitful in matters of the heart.

I have so many subjects lined up to write about in the next couple of weeks, yet people keep asking me to write about Megxit. I budged since Meghan Markle has been sitting in my quarantine folder for two years now. Pending to be written..

A famous older actress once told me, at dinner, in her Hollywood Hills house where I ended up by sheer circumstance: “Remember this thing. People are never ever going to be jealous at your youth or beauty or your money or success…

I have never seen more passionate responses to any of my articles than the Boom, Boom, Ciao I wrote last week. Some of them were even borderline angry! What other subject on earth can raise such strong feelings, but the subject of love?

I wrote my last post in June. It was called - Social Media Fatigue & How to Cure it. And the way to cure it was, that. This. Taking the time. Now, this isn’t social media, sort to speak, but I need to turn on a power button and share something. And in order to share properly, and share in the right…

I was scrolling social media the other day, half looking for inspiration, half zoning out, when I ran into a post that read: 1920: “May I have this dance?”. 1950: “Want to go to the drive-in?”. 1994: “Let’s do Macarena! (I plead the fifth on this one)”. 2015: “Here’s my dick pic.”