It’s that time of year in Florida when the first cold front hits and every parent realizes their kids don’t own a single pair of pants that fit.

Wishing all of you gorgeous motherfuckers a blessed day. Not Kim Davis, though. She can have a lesson instead.

This isn’t a media fail. It’s a media strategy. LA is on day 3 of protests. Most people still have no idea. Why? Because chaos sells. Peace gets buried. And your feed isn’t broken...it’s working exactly as designed. New: https://t.co/KRcFsRhqeB

Taylor Swift just ended the longest PR arc of her career...with a handwritten letter. No press. No promo. No theatrics. Just ink, intent, and total ownership. I broke it all down like a publicist (who also owns a clown nose). Read the full piece here:

Taylor Swift just ended the longest PR arc of her career...with a handwritten letter. No press. No promo. No theatrics. Just ink, intent, and total ownership. I broke it all down like a publicist (who also owns a clown nose). Read the full piece here:

Taylor didn’t skip the AMAs. She let them speak first. Muted applause. Legacy acts. A lawsuit with the president behind the curtain. This wasn’t an awards show. It was message discipline in rhinestones:

Traditional PR can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Because she’s dead. @vulture covered the new celeb media circuit. I wrote about the rest of us pitching into the void, dodging layoffs, and feeding an algorithm that wants outrage over truth. https://t.co/Aju7GIsEZu

Lesbian bars are basically on the endangered species list and no one’s talking about it.

when you’re in an LDR (your gf’s in another timezone for a work trip) and your texts come with better warning labels than the U.S. government

We honor the brave. We honor the loud. And we honor Hillary Duff, who single-handedly ended homophobia in 30 seconds…and then went on with her day. Legend. Pride Month is almost here. Don’t forget who paved the way.

I can’t wait for June 1 so the U.S. can change its profile pic.

I’m working from an actual desk today. Please clap.

imagine hating me when I'm the one hyping up strangers like they're my best friends, giving breakup advice with the wisdom of a thousand heartbreaks, holding back hair like a soldier in the trenches, and offering life coaching in the bar bathroom at 1:37 am for free.

Millennials were raised on the OJ trial playing in the background while our parents smoked indoors. Now the Diddy trial is locked up tighter than a Taylor Swift vault track. We’ve never known peace.

Happy 5/11 to all the men who swear they’re 6 ft. It’s your day, kings. Stand tall. Just not next to a doorframe.

You know the economy is rough when the sugar baby dms start to decline.

I’m still open to coaching and consulting as I figure out what’s next. But mostly, I’m following the pull toward a slower, truer way of working. So if you’re in a season of pivot, pause, or total reinvention—hey. Same. We’re gonna be just fine.

Right now, I’m pouring my heart into Raising Trans Kids by Rebecca Minor—an extraordinary book and an even more extraordinary human. It’s some of the most meaningful work I’ve ever done, and it deserves my attention.

I’ve spent the last few six years building something I’m proud of. Now, I’m choosing to pause. To breathe. To be with my kids this summer. To focus on work that actually matters. And to stop chasing the next thing just because I’m “supposed to.”