When I was in high school I had to wear a uniform everyday, and let me tell you: I HATED IT. I did everything in my power to bring some fashion (uuuuh upon review, “fashion” might be the wrong word. Let’s call it expression instead) to those stiff blue polo shirts, and perhaps the one area where I had absolute freedom was in what bag I wore to school. So naturally, I had about 4 million bags. They were all thrifted of course, and they were also all kinda ratty. Many of them f

I've been thrifting for a while, before we all started calling it thrifting. I have my mother to thank for this obsession with treasure hunting. Speaking of my momma, when thrifting went through its big popularity boom in like 2012ish when Jenn Im was still hitting up Goodwill all the time, I texted her to say "thrift shopping is cool now" to which she said, "So are you cool now?" The answer, which she knew, was no. She was just dragging me. Anyway, the point is that I've bee

I love a good cup of coffee. I love any cup of coffee, really. I'm not like a coffee snob or anything. In fact, I'm a grad student, which means my coffee preferences have more to do with frequency and cup size than anything else. As such, I think I'm unqualified to judge the taste (and I dunno, what are coffee terms? richness? depth? Those sound right.) of Local Joe's coffee, but I'm going to judge it anyway. Here goes: It's really good. Now that we've gotten that out of the