This sh*t is crazy. I dated a blonde boy once. Years ago. A tall blonde who sometimes wore glasses, knew how to build things, could keep up with me in conversation and used to play guitar in a band but now had a real job and a mortgage. …

We’re not single because of us. We’re single because of you. I read this piece. I hope you do, too. It’s beautifully written by Morgan Parker and so many single women will see themselves in her words and in her confusion as to why we are alone despite presenting objectively…

If this is you, we should talk. Everything’s fine until you’re tired. Until fatigue sets in, single women are on board for quite a lot. You’d be impressed by the very volume of dating advice, dating services, dating strategies, and dating coaches that single women will seek out before we’re…

How a once-beloved space for writers became a waste of my time. I have resisted writing this essay for two years. Congratulations Medium on finally breaking a writer who gave you 647 published essays since May of 2016. That works out to an average of seven essays per month. I…

Ridiculous singlehood statistics that shame us. Statistics, data, and numbers are fine. I was very good with them, but I think that has more to do with the “bad at math” programming I received during my extremely gendered education and upbringing than any actual aptitude. There’s nothing wrong with data…

You deserve better than “better than nothing.” The modern dating experience is a dumpster fire full of broken glass and angry bees. By now this is common knowledge. I don’t need to hear any more “horror stories” or see any more screen shots on social media. Dating culture has become…

Changing this thought pattern won’t make you alone forever. My brain, which at this point is just a small, charming rodent doing its best to pedal a penny-farthing, struggled with a recent professional situation. I’d love nothing more than for the world to flock to my work like they do…

Beg for permission? To write? Nah. I have written a book. I published it myself because after three years of pitching to the book gods and hearing “you’re a great writer, we just don’t see a market,” I decided to stop waiting for someone else’s permission to be who I…

You’re not being “no fun” by requiring respect. Here’s the thing about questions: We were raised to think we have to answer. A certain amount of pressure and obligation is implied when someone wants to know something. They ask, we feel we have to answer, because if we don’t, that’s…