I did not plan to leave. I rehearsed staying for years.

I tolerated the comments. I smiled through the guilt. I made phone calls I didn’t want to make and sat through dinners where my body vibrated with something I didn’t yet know was panic.

I came home on holidays because that’s what good daughters do. Good sons. Good children.

And then I stopped.

It was not a grand decision. It was a quiet breaking. A hairline fracture turned chasm. And then a choice, buried in the repetition: I will not go back into the house that taught me to doubt my own aliveness.

“We no longer speak,”my client hesitated.

She went on to tell me that there was no final fight, no slammed door, no ritual to mark the occasion. Just the cooling of something that had once burned.

First, the texts became short. Then late. Then none at all.

What remains is a kind of ambient mourning. Not a death. Not a divorce. Just a subtraction no one agreed to.

You learn, in time, how to stop checking their social media.

You learn how not to mention them at holidays. You learn to perform the part of the parent who is "giving them space," as if that were an act of generosity rather than exile.

But the truth is: you do not know where your child has gone. You only know that you are not invited.

Welcome to the Hustle-Halo Economy

There was a time when selling your soul was a dark metaphor. Now it’s monetized.

I think the term“Hustle halo” captures the cultural glamorization of relentless self-promotion and commodification—especially when it’s framed as virtuous, empowering, or even spiritual.

Think of it as the invisible glow we place over hustle culture to make it feel not just productive, but moral.

A new study out of Spain reveals that adolescents—some as young as 12—are not only aware of OnlyFans, but see it as a realistic, even admirable path to financial independence.

The research, published in Sexuality & Culture (Anciones-Anguita & Checa Romero, 2024), documents how some teens nowadays frame erotic content creation as authentic agency, self-expression, and rational career planning.

They speak the language of entrepreneurship and empowerment.

They cite subscriber tiers and content algorithms like they’re prepping for Shark Tank. But something’s missing.

Not just parental oversight, not just regulation. Something deeper.

Something spiritual.

Let’s begin with a blunt truth: many men don’t think sexism is a them problem.

They believe it exists—sort of, vaguely, somewhere out there. But it doesn’t click. Not really. Until one night their partner, over takeout and Netflix, says: My boss called me “sweetheart” in a meeting again. And he promoted Rob. Again.

And suddenly, it does click.

A pulse of indignation. A flash of understanding. A sinking realization that this isn’t some abstract “issue,” but a pattern with receipts—and his partner is living it in real time.

Once upon a time, we all had That Friend: the one who always seemed to be recovering from something.

Every minor slight was a betrayal. Every day at work a trauma.

Every romantic interest a narcissist.

But now, thanks to TikTok’s bite-sized sob stories and Reddit’s confessionals, that person isn’t just your friend—they’re a growing archetype in the collective psyche.

The Bullshit is Rising—and We Can All Feel It

Let’s not mince words: yes, we’re living in a bullshit emergency.
And we know it.

Not just because politicians dodge questions with Olympic-level agility.

Not just because your favorite influencer just pivoted from gut health to AI prophecy.

But because the truth itself feels like it’s gone into hiding.

In a world choked with soundbites, performative outrage, and algorithm-friendly nonsense, Harry Frankfurt’s 2005 philosophical essay On Bullshit has returned from the academic grave like a prophet in Birkenstocks.

And suddenly, it's the most relevant text on your bookshelf.

What Is Bullshit, Really?

If you've scrolled TikTok in the past year, you’ve probably seen it: clips tagged with #PrincessTreatment—soft-lit videos of women being pampered with gifts, doors held open, and lavish surprises.

In theory, it’s a celebration of “being adored.” In practice? It’s a viral meme built on an old relational script in glittery new packaging.

Now, the trend is facing a backlash—not just from skeptical therapists and feminists, but from Gen Z itself, who are beginning to question the power dynamics hiding behind the pink bows.

So, what exactly is “Princess Treatment”?

Why did it go viral? And what does its backlash tell us about modern feedback, gender, and relational equity?

We’ve all heard the story by now:
Autism equals creativity.

Autistic people are the misunderstood artists, the eccentric coders, the savant musicians who just need the right workplace lighting to flourish.

It’s a narrative that’s become so popular in neurodiversity circles, educational reform, and diversity hiring campaigns that questioning it almost feels rude.

But a new study published in the Journal of Psychopathology and Clinical Science just handed that myth a glass of lukewarm water and asked it to sit down.

After controlling for IQ and co-occurring ADHD, researchers found that autistic adults didn’t outperform neurotypical adults on a widely used measure of creativity.

What did they find?

Imagine this: You text a friend. No reply for hours. Most people shrug it off—“They’re probably busy.” But if you’re living with ADHD, your brain might take a detour into catastrophic territory: “Did I say something wrong? Are they mad? Did I just blow up the whole friendship?”

Welcome to Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD)—a storm of shame, panic, and self-blame that can hijack your nervous system in the time it takes to get ghosted for an afternoon.

It’s hasn’t broken through into popular culture just yet…

But RSD is finally getting the spotlight in ADHD research, therapy rooms, and Reddit confessionals. And for many adults—especially those late-diagnosed—it feels like naming the emotional bruise they’ve been carrying for decades.

So let’s talk about it. What is Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria? Why does it hit ADHDers so hard? And how can we work with it instead of being wrecked by it?

The Silent Fade of Intimacy

Forget screaming matches and drawn-out court battles.

The fastest-growing form of marital collapse isn’t loud or litigious—it’s quiet, subtle, and Instagram-friendly.

No paperwork. No betrayal. Just two adults living in a beautiful home with a shared calendar and nothing left to say to each other.

Welcome to the soft divorce, the emotional drift that turns marriage into roommate cohabitation.

And with it comes something colder still:

The Sexual Ice Age—when eroticism freezes, touch disappears, and both partners begin living like monastics with shared dental plans.

These aren’t failed marriages. They’re marriages on autopilot—efficient, empty, and inoffensive. And it’s more common than we want to admit.

What Is a Soft Divorce?

In early 2021, a 22-year-old TikToker named Mia Lind posted a video that would launch a global wellness phenomenon. Dressed in workout gear, AirPods in, she explained the rules of what she called the Hot Girl Walk:

“You walk four miles a day. While you walk, you only think about three things:

What you’re grateful for

Your goals

How hot you are”

It was catchy. It was low-barrier. And it exploded.

Millions of women adopted the practice—documenting their routes, playlists, and affirmations.

At first glance, it was just another self-care trend. But something more interesting happened: Hot Girl Walk evolved from a meme into a kind of private ritual.

And for a certain demographic—married mothers quietly withering inside their marriages—it became something else entirely:

A coping mechanism for emotional overwhelm?

Remember when a pastel T-shirt that said “I wine because my kids whine” was considered relatable humor and not a quiet cry for help?

That was Mommy Wine Culture. And after a decade of memes, Etsy mugs, and pink cans of rosé with ironic fonts, it’s losing its buzz—both literally and culturally.

But don’t celebrate just yet. Because the social forces that created it—burnout, gender inequity, mental load, and capitalist loneliness—aren’t gone. They’ve just shapeshifted.

So what’s replacing it?

Let’s uncork that.