Twenty-Something Year Old Journalist

The Complete Archive
Songbird Magazine
Angsty Entries
Quick Reads

Essays, observations, and occasional investigations into the strange business of being twenty-something.

Essentially, I’m in my twenties. This is how I think. This is how I write.

  • Let Them Eat Cake

    Published by

    KB

    on

    Stardom is certainly a double edged sword. On one hand, you have millions of people inspired by and in love with you. On the other hand, the exact same thing. It’s a tough toss up.  The debate is always around whether celebrities owe us anything. In their defense, all they did was be good enough at something people wanted to see (or they were a nepo baby, hot, a man, shot a sex tape, or hunting for their fifteen minutes). Why should they owe us anything for simply having such talent? Good point. It sucks to be so talented and…

    Continue reading →: Let Them Eat Cake

  • California Chicken Cafe

    Published by

    KB

    on

    I sometimes think about texting him. I won’t, but the thought still regularly passes my mind.  What went wrong? Did I do something? I thought we had a good thing going. A consistently good thing going.  I come over to his place, we take a walk, we order California Chicken Cafe, we get high and eat our California Chicken Cafe while watching whatever show or movie he was able to find on an illegal streaming service and then we have sex.  It was routine, and it was nice. We didn’t text much during the days where we weren’t seeing each…

    Continue reading →: California Chicken Cafe

  • Leaving the Nest

    Published by

    KB

    on

    I went apartment shopping the other day. Although I’ve never lived alone, it’s been my dream since before I even learned what dreams are. Some girls fantasize about becoming a mom, some about their wedding. I always fantasized about being alone.  Having to live at home (much like every other post-grad during such an inviting time to be post-grad), I couldn’t wait until the day I was finally able to move out. Unfortunately and relatably, my first corporate job didn’t pay me enough to move out, but the dream of being able to kept me going. Then I finally found…

    Continue reading →: Leaving the Nest