To say that a burger can be anti-inflammatory sounds ridiculous. Which is exactly why it might be worth paying attention to. We live in a time where every bite is analysed, every ingredient dissected, every meal expected to move us closer to some ideal version of health. Food is no longer just food. It is data. It is discipline. It is identity. But what if the real inflammation isn’t in the burger itself, but in the anxiety surrounding it? When I call a burger anti-inflammato

“He is, well, harmless.” “And that is a problem because?” At first, I thought she was joking. How could you call someone decent, ‘harmless’, and ghost him before a second date? Her argument was that it’s because he was too simple that she couldn’t get around the idea of hanging out with him as a potential partner for the future. She ghosted him because he was too simple. Not inappropriate, not emotionally unavailable and/or confusing in any way, at least not in the way that m

I cut bangs last Tuesday. Not dramatically. Not during a breakdown. Not after a fight. No one cheated. No one left. Nothing collapsed. Which almost makes it more suspicious. Because culturally, women do not cut bangs in stable emotional climates. Bangs, they are transitional. They arrive like the weather. For a split second after the scissors did what scissors do, I experienced the classic flicker of regret. Not because it looked bad, but because I did not recognize the woman