Ah, read receipts—the virtual signifiers of acknowledgement we love to hate.
Category: Blog Posts
Bubbles Were Meant to be Popped
A conversation with a foreigner I met recently really got me thinking about my identity as a Los Angeles native. My new friend's words were, more or less, the following:
“It’s Israeli sand, it sticks to you.”
Anyone who’s visited the Holy Land knows that it’s a place for religious exploration, late-night raging, and everything in between. Two weeks later, totally de-jetlagged and post-vacation mode, I can’t seem to stop thinking about the Land of Milk and Honey, and it’s not because my social media advertisements are still showing up in Hebrew.
Everyday/Every day
After seeing this mistake committed repeatedly on my feed, my inner grammar Nazi cannot contain itself any longer. Because "everyday" is not the same thing as "every day."
Awkward Inspo 