I’m lonely but I’m also not.
Wikipedia explains that Shrödinger’s Cat “is a thought experiment that illustrates a paradox of quantum superposition. In the thought experiment, a hypothetical cat may be considered simultaneously both alive and dead as a result of its fate being linked to a random subatomic event that may or may not occur.”…
A broken heart is an injury of the highest order.
When I lived in New York, I went to a charity bachelor auction and bought a cute doctor. His name was Ed, and he seemed pleasantly surprised when I showed up to the date. I still remember what I was was wearing: a DVF wrap dress, strappy sandals, the best…
Some people crave the end of the Great Divide, some people want to keep it alive at all costs. I just want to be weird in private.
This is the last update about MAGA Man. (Here’s Chapter 1 and Chapter 2). And no, we don’t hate each other, although I’m pretty sure some folks wish we did. I’m sorry to disappoint them, especially the pearl clutcher who told me I gave new life to the old anti-feminist…
No one deserves to give zero fucks more than Hillary.
Let’s get this out of the way: I don’t really think the above image shows a fat person. I’m not in the business of body-shaming, and I’m not down with women feeling like they have to go to great lengths — or any lengths — to not be fat, whatever…
Katie Couric did not need to “protect” a sitting Supreme Court justice.
I used to almost-burst a blood vessel on a daily basis reading the news, but then I trained myself to chill out — even if we are living in a dystopian hellscape, that’s no reason gave up your joy. But when I read about Katie Couric editing Ruth Bader Ginsburg…
Maybe those of us who just kinda muddle through are happier?
I don’t even quite know what I want to say here, so the decision to write about the vague theory clanking around in my head is peak half-assedness. But as they say, the medium is the message.
Looking back, I’m beginning to realize I may have half-assed it my entire…
Medium provides an unflinching record of every time I lost my mind.
I like to say that I started writing on Medium because I wanted to scratch an itch, an itch that made me want to learn the craft of writing, how to turn a phrase. But the truth is that some of my Medium stories are just, like, completely fucking delusional…
How are we supposed to age, anyway?
I told a friend that I wanted to write about Linda Evangelista and her lawsuit against Zeltiq, the parent company of CoolSculpting, and she promptly shut me down. “Isn’t that a tired subject? Beautiful models with body dysmorphia?” But that’s not why I’m ruminating over this story. My friend is…
Untangle your politics from your identity and you can have quite a bit of fun.
Well, this is awkward. People have emailed me, asking for updates about my sexy (very sexy) days in Vegas with MAGA Man (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, read this story first). And I want to update you, I really do — but he follows me on Medium…
And what is the meaning of life anyway?
I vividly remember when I first tried the Costco sheet cake. It was summer of 2019, and I was sitting on Santa Monica Beach, next to lifeguard station 25. It was Sydney’s birthday, and her friend Laura carried the cake, along with her toddler and all sorts of toddler things…
Adeline Dimond
Federal attorney, writing thought crimes on Medium. To connect: Adeline.Dimond@gmail.com
