This essay contains copious White Lotus season 3 spoilers. If you’re not caught up, please stop whatever else you’re doing and go spend the next eigh…
International Women’s Day nearly escaped my awareness this year. As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one not in the spirit: About a week before, the “…
There are a few notable examples of overlap between traditional personal finance advice and economic justice movements. Take, for example, last Frida…
A cherished milestone of modern American adulthood is rewatching the 1990 classic Home Alone through Zillow-pilled eyes for the first time, witnessin…
The explosion of financial updates out of Washington in the past week has been overwhelming, the “breaking news” equivalent of projectile vomit. (The…
In 2021, I earned more in a month than I had earned in all of 2018. I was 26. Given all the buzz about oligarchy this year, I’ve been reflecting…
Originally, this essay was supposed to be about the futility of extreme New Year’s resolutions. There were going to be jokes about announcing your in…
For the last four years, we’ve spent Thanksgiving with a few of my husband’s brothers and their families in a Colorado ski town (though the trip is f…
The “Passion Planner” was first sucked into the gravitational force field of my striving at an internship in 2016, thanks to a young colleague who re…
A few weeks ago, I watched The Substance through my hands. During particularly bloody scenes, I would study Thomas’s face as he grimaced, attempting …
As a pathologically ambitious college junior a few months into my first real internship, a generous, well-regarded full-time employee on my team pull…
House-hunting in any US city will cause one simple question to bulldoze all the others: How can so many people afford to buy these houses? If you typ…
The other day, a friend asked me what I thought of the “money manifestation” courses she keeps seeing online. Maybe you’ve seen their ads, too: Relat…
Gather ’round for a story.’Twas the tax season of 2019, and yours truly was an investing spring chicken. I had cautiously transferred a few thousand …
The other morning, I woke up with a strange impulse: I wanted to go to the mall. Work had been particularly intense for a couple of weeks, so wanderi…
I typically follow a simple social media strategy: Get incensed or enthused about a topic, then make a quippy, shareable, and, crucially, under-90-se…
The other night, my standard millennial woman stomach issues started to manifest in a new and exciting way (I’ll spare you the details, because I val…
Ever since that cursed Shein brand trip last summer in which American influencers toured the company’s Guangzhou factories and marveled aloud at how …
Almost 10 years ago, I lived in a city surrounded by hordes of other early 20-somethings. We were Venn diagrams of friend groups connected by mutual …