10 Imaginations of the Faceless Women of Thought Catalog
This month fresh college grads will flock for advice. And they will stumble onto the publication Thought Catalog. With thousands of articles written by young white women contemplating what to do with their parents’ money, the publication provides resources and beautiful aesthetics that will truly inspire youths to travel, fall in love, walk around aimlessly and anything else that delays them from figuring out how to just be alone, drama free and content.
Full disclosure - I didn’t read any of these articles. The photos were enough. Taken from the back of millennials, I pictured the millennial face on the front of these visions of youth and headlines of desperation.
Ah, the law of attraction. I have a satin jacket I can comfortably wear in the Grand Canyon. I never do what I don’t want to do. My threshold for bullshit hit a limit when I turned 19. Bullshit includes a summer job, unattractive friends and waiting in line.
Home is a state of mind, not a location I go back to to prepare my Hello Fresh meals and watch HGTV alone in. Home is my best friend Jessica who convinces me to spend $100 so we can catch up over dinner. A lot has happened in the five days that we haven’t seen each other.
After a failed attempt to get back with Chase, a fling I thought still lived in Austin, I went through a psychotic break. I used every credit card I had to purchase this $1K portrait of a cactus. I really miss Chase. The painting will look great over the mantel in our someday home.
Okay, but can I just tell my difficult experience already?
Always the passenger never the driver. And I’m okay with that. I have a few DUIs under my belt. Currently, I’m dating the wrong person — An at risk youth counselor, who likes his mom.
Virginia Woolf walked into a river with rocks in her pocket. Why shouldn’t I?!
All signs point to BORING. I thought getting married would be more than a party. I thought it’d be similar to the first few months of dating when you accuse him of cheating on you and then you’d screw and make up.
Wine. Vodka. Travel. Sleep with his best friend. Liquidate the assets. Deplete his accounts. Get everything. “This is what you came for”- Nils Sjoberg
I’m literally sweating so much. Why are city views a things? Oh, great. It’s getting dark out. Can’t wait to be mauled by whatever the fuck the native rodent is here. Snap the photo and lets GTFO.
I’m a mill-en-ni-al. I am going to live a way better life than what my mom had. O-kay? We are in a time where we don’t need jobs. We can do what we want and not be sah-laves to society. So, I’m actually in a way worse position than the generation before me, because I have so many options, but have no idea where to start first. The world truly is my oyster.
