subiksha
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the courage to be uncomfortable
It started, as most interesting conversations do, over eggs and coffee. A group of us, women at various stages of our twenties and thirties, sitting around a table that had seen better tablecloths, talking about nothing and everything. Somewhere between the hollandaise and a second round of lattes, someone said it: we don’t know how…
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return to sender: the itch to hold something real
Snail mail. Handwriting slows you into meaning something, in a way a text struggles to do. I found the whole rabbit hole on Instagram, of all places, which felt a little ironic. One reel in and I found twenty something artists running mail clubs out of their apartments, one of them making real money a…
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inherited, then edited
I used to think this was a false binary, the kind of question people ask at dinner parties to sound like they’ve read enough philosophy to have opinions. Now I think it’s a real question with an answer I don’t love. Experience does most of the shaping. Not all of it. But most. Starting close…
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yesteryear: there are no winners on this homestead
Caro Claire Burke’s debut is about Natalie Heller Mills, a tradwife influencer with eight million followers who wakes up in 1855, living the exact pioneer life she’s been cosplaying for her audience. It’s structurally a thriller. But the time travel isn’t really the point of it. The point is that every character in this book…
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a small world, entirely mine
on farming games, capitalism, and the very reasonable need to escape into a world where effort actually pays off If this blog were a houseplant, it would have been dead and composted and the pot repurposed by now. And yet. I have returned, slightly weathered, with approximately four months of thoughts I never wrote down…
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best of: my 2025 face card
I think it’s safe to say the beauty world had a LOUD reset this year. After years of overconsumption dressed up as “curation,” the conversation shifted from what’s new to what’s enough. Underconsumption stopped being an aesthetic and became a habit. Project Pan felt less like a trend and more like a collective exhale. You…
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