I'm running on 24 oz of coffee as my source of hydration and wondering what this weird pain in my side is.

I hit my first NBA game and we welcome Zofran to the dating roster.

I'm talking effort vs gestures, how to tell if you're being softly escorted toward a breakup, and if you need to do the breaking up.

I'm bone-tired. I'm feeling spicy. And I'm not romanticizing anything today.

So anyways...are we breaking up?

This week, we’re talking hormones, intuition, and the art of not letting one loud week a month hijack decisions meant for the other three. I spiral (briefly), name the patterns, and remind myself that feelings get ninety seconds — everything after that is just me running cross-examination on my own brain.

There’s snowstorm prep (DC edition), questionable grocery priorities, humidifiers fighting for their lives, and the regret of not investing in a warm-water bidet when the ground is frozen solid. We get into trash TV as self-care, why apologizing for crying is a scam, and how replacing “I’m sorry” with “thank you” quietly changes everything.

Then we pivot — with intention — into Men’s Fashion Week, where I make a public service announcement about tailoring, proportions, and why clothes should work with your body, not require constant negotiations. We talk Ralph Lauren, Auralee, JW Anderson, and Willy Chavarria — confidence, cultural conviction, and why looking unbothered in your own pants is deeply attractive.

This episode is a snowed-in spiral, a fashion sermon, a gentle roast, and a reminder that intuition doesn’t rush — it waits for you to calm the fuck down and catch up.

Something almost happened.

It didn't .

Episode 1 of the new podcast, So Anyways..., sits in that moment where restraint feels louder than action, timing matters more than urgency, and saying it out loud is the point.

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