“VICE OR ADVICE?” THE ADVISED COLUMN

I open my phone to everyone looking the same!!! BBLs are more popular than the 90s boob job without any indication of slowing down. They even have BBL clothing brands.. All body types are being created on the surgery table and not in the gym!  Help!!!  Everyone is dancing and creating aesthetic homes and content. There is no more privacy because the more that you reveal, the more subscribers and followers you’ll attain. So, the goal is to acquire more things and make them look as perfect as possible. Homes are looking better than the popular furniture showrooms..   Ahhhhhh!!!  The goal might not have been self idolatry however social media has morphed this world into an ongoing segment of influencing, coaching and self proclaimed professionals for every avenue of life!!!!! Most people DON’T put their phones down long enough to enjoy life and now that AI is becoming more and more prevalent they won’t have to!!! AI will just do it for them.  Technology is evi...

Okay hear me out, I'm flat out exhausted. I mean the kind of exhausted that'll have you bringing your paper bag filled with groceries into your room with everything still skillfully packed in it... Uhm yeah, as I type this - I am scrummaging through said bag as I see fit diligently looking for another ginger beer because I need it.  I digress... This is the type of exhaustion that will honestly have you so annoyed because EVEN IF you wanted to do something, you'd probably end up crying before you actually moved a muscle. Whenever I would hear about people going to the hospital for exhaustion I always scoffed because I thought that it was just dramatic PR stunts until it happened to me. Once I was so run down and bone-weary from minimal sleep and constant errands throughout the day that I ended up throwing up in the bushes by the end of the night.  I was mortified however it was definitely a lesson for me to really start paying attention to my body so that I can properly car...

You ever just put on a good song and cry to feel something? For as long as I can remember it’s been words, friendships, songs, art, tattoos, drinking, partying and drugs that have communicated for me when I was bound to trauma. Most of these “identities” have acceleratingly diminished while others have clung to my flesh to die off slowly.   I’m grieving.  I remember the night so vividly because I was crying profusely at the edge of my bed in my dimly lit room begging God to save me!!! It was January 2021 and it was just after New Years and I couldn’t eat, sleep or think straight. It was as if my body was being attacked because I was constantly weakened by sickness. I had dark thoughts of suicide which was triggered by a very vile situation that I had unknowingly been apart of.  Angry, yet again because I had been mislead and treated poorly when I only had good intentions for all parties involved. How did I not know? Why did I accept those behaviors? Why does this always h...