Everything&Nothing: A Collection of Thoughts

There’s this conversation that never dies: “Money doesn’t matter in dating.” Yeah, sure. And abs don’t matter at the beach either, right? --- The “If You’re Broke, Don’t Date” Reality People swear money doesn’t matter, then side-eye you the moment your debit card screams DECLINED. 1 in 5 daters say financial stability is more important than appearance. Translation: you can be ugly, just don’t be broke. 46% of Gen Z admit they’d choose financial stability over love. Imagine Romeo sliding into Juliet’s DMs like: “Sorry girl, but you don’t got that 401(k).” And 51% of singles would dump someone for “financial incompatibility.” Which is just a fancy way of saying: “Your Amazon addiction is not my problem.” --- Who Marries Whom, and Why It’s not just about who swipes right. It’s about who actually sticks around after the honeymoon phase (and by honeymoon, I mean those first three DoorDash dates). Husbands who make much more than their wives? Divorce rate is lower. Wives who make...

One of the most infuriating things about hearing white conservatives cry about affirmative action, “woke hiring,” or the Civil Rights Act is this: they have no clue those very laws are the reason they still have jobs. These are the same people who rant about “reverse racism” while waving their MAGA flags, but without anti-discrimination protections, a whole lot of them would be completely unemployable. --- The Civil Rights Act Didn’t Just Protect Black People When the Civil Rights Act of 1964 outlawed discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin, it didn’t stop at protecting minorities. It covered everyone. That means white people, too. And when you’re the majority demographic in the U.S., guess who ends up reaping the most protection? Yep—white people. They benefited by sheer numbers more than anyone else. --- Veterans and Political Affiliation The irony cuts even deeper when you look at MAGA veterans and right-wing employees. Veteran status: Laws...

I keep telling myself I’m not desperate for love. But then again… I’m also desperate for love. It’s complicated, like my relationship with carbs or my commitment to going to the gym “next week.” Here’s the thing: my little brother, twelve years younger than me, just got married. He’s barely old enough to rent a car without paying that under-25 tax, and meanwhile he’s already found his forever person. I’m 37, creeping up on 40, and my biggest romantic accomplishment this year was splitting an Uber Eats order with myself. It feels like life is one big game of musical chairs, and the music stopped years ago. Everyone else is paired up, sitting comfortably, holding hands and sipping pumpkin spice lattes — and I’m the guy still standing, holding a plate of nachos, wondering how the hell I got left out. And don’t get me started on people’s advice. “You’ve always got friends!” Yeah, because what I really want is more dudes to argue with me on Discord about why pineapple does belong on...