💐By Megan • September 22nd, 2026

The History of Being a Diva: Why Are French Tips So Chic?

1976. 50 years ago. It’s about the time the modern French manicure was born—or, that’s usually how the story goes. You may be asking yourself, “Megan, why do you care so much? Why am I reading this?”It’s because I have French tips on. I love them and finally decided to try out those thick, square kind of medium-short ones; you know them. I fear I’m never going back. They make me feel elegant, classy, super feminine, gorgeous and accomplished.Can you believe all of those feelings are thanks to a...

💐Megan • September 19th, 2026

The Proof Is in the AI Pudding—and I Don’t Want to Eat It

Bestie, we have to talk about something. Why are restaurants generating AI food to advertise?! We’ve all seen it by now, and if not, welcome, have a seat and get comfy: it’s about to get weird.I remember the days when Carl’s Jr. back in 09 advertised their burgers, and it felt so real. Come to find out, spoiler alert, it’s mostly props with a mix of real food! Finding that out as a child was shocking and cool. Imagine being born into a world where, as a child, you never find out about real food...

💐Megan • September 16th, 2026

Stop Watching Candace Owens: A Word on Her Words, From A Biracial Black Woman

”I hate this kindergarten-like stuff like this,” said conservative commentator Candace Owens in response to media host Jason Lee telling her with warmth, “Your Black life matters,” during a May 2025 episode of his show, The Jason Lee Show on BET. Obviously startled by this comment, I then had the thought of—who taught her that? What does she mean? We all know her controversy and what she stands for; I want to inspect—why? Why does it seem like Blackness is a chore to her, something to be compart...

💐Megan • September 11th, 2026

Why Is Blue So True?

I opened up a Warheads sour candy pack last night and was eager to pull out the most delicious flavor in the pack: blue raspberry. I found it, ate it through puckered lips and immediately looked for another.There was only one. This candy travesty then spurred the natural question: why would they do that to me? But underneath: what makes blue raspberry such a coveted flavor for me and others? It’s not a naturally colored fruit, and raspberries are red… so what gives? Believe it or not, there’s a...

💐Megan • September 11th, 2026

I Was Alive for 9/11. I Just Don’t Remember It.

I was barely one when it happened. An unthinkable tragedy: two of America’s most iconic skyscrapers were demolished for evil. Of course, I heard about it growing up; I lived in the era of knowing what a terrorist was when I was 7. It wasn’t until March of 2025, months before I turned 25, that I began to research. And, boy, did I cry.Too young to remember, I began asking my family what they remembered: different stories, but all of them had an undercurrent that they'd never forget that day for as...

💐Megan • September 8th, 2026

Please Stop Playing Detective

We, as a society, need to talk about something that’s increasingly forcing its way across the internet: the rise of “TikTok detectives,” otherwise known as strangers who insert themselves into people’s final moments or investigate mysteries behind individuals they don’t know. While this might not seem like an obvious problem, I believe the general public should acknowledge it, not only for themselves but for their community. It is crucial to understand how and when that line blurs, potentially d...

💐Megan • September 3rd, 2026

The Modern Campfire

Whenever I write, something is on the TV. Whenever I go to sleep, the TV’s on; lately it’s SNL Vault. Sometimes I tune in; sometimes I want it around. I still can’t cleanly put my finger on why, though. Is it because I keep coming back for David S. Pumpkins, and secretly have a question? Is it Kenan Thompson’s comforting, funny nature not only on “What’s Up With That?” but as himself? I think it’s something much deeper.  The weird ritual I have of clicking into the vault, seeing Christmas videos...

💐Megan • August 26th, 2026

The Blueprint in Rhinestones

Imagine that it’s 2006 and you’re sitting down about to get ready to watch your favorite show, Hannah Montana—but there’s something different, or rather someone. Big blonde hair, glamorous acrylics and a comfort you can’t quite place, something you’ve never felt with someone you’ve never met.That, of course, was because it was Dolly Parton. Now, that’s how I got introduced to Dolly, and every time since, she’s made me feel the same. An unexplainable comfort, a guiding light, sometimes wrapped in...

💐Megan • August 24th, 2026

The Big, Hairy Purple Monster and Me

COVID ruined it. What, you ask? The last pieces of fabric that loosely tied me to 19, then 20 then 21—those years did a number on me. Still, I’m nostalgic today—why? There’s something so uniquely bittersweet about one’s late adolescence and early adulthood being marred by thousands of deaths daily due to a vicious disease. Civilians and politicians alike turned people’s final moments on this earth into debates about vaccines and conspiracies. To combat this, I did my due diligence: I wore my mas...

💐Megan • August 18th, 2026

When a Black Woman’s Pain Becomes Content

This is a message for women who have been there—any woman who is navigating their way back to their own power, whatever that looks like. It’s a message for one beautiful, truly deserving woman who may need just a moment to exhale, right here, Nevaeh Williams, the expectant mother of rapper Blueface’s child. Nevaeh and Johnathan, better known as Blueface, first met in 2021 at his studio, where Nevaeh was invited. They began to date on and off, mostly kept private until Blueface’s release from pri...

💐Megan • August 16th, 2026

Why Are We So Obsessed With People Who Commit Horrible Crimes?

Hybristophilia—some may be familiar with the name; others might exhibit it without realizing. The term generally refers to romantic or sexual attraction to people who have committed crimes. It can manifest in “groupies”: flocks of people, mostly women, seeking a connection with criminals, searching for a spark in their eyes. Rock stars have them, sure, but so do serial killers.But hybristophilia is not the same thing as ordinary true-crime consumption. So why does true crime—and, at its most ext...