Apparently, I Can Hear You Drink Now

Apparently, I Can Hear You Drink Now

My misophonia was never subtle. But since going carnivore, it feels like someone removed a filter. Sounds are sharper, louder and somehow drinking has joined the list of things capable of sending me from perfectly normal colleague to internally homicidal in 0.4 seconds. And no, “everyone makes noise when they drink” is not an acceptable defence. You can’t hear me.

Nobody Warned Me About My Hormones

Nobody Warned Me About My Hormones

Apparently, women my age are supposed to be talking about mood swings, sleepless nights and hot flashes. Meanwhile... I'm over here eating ribeyes, sleeping like a teenager, and wondering if my hormones forgot to read the memo. Karen says it's impossible. I call it Tuesday.