KAITLIN PHILLIPS is a writer and critic and lives in Manhattan.
With the holidays upon us once again, Kaitlin consulted her forty closest friends for just the thing. Need a little unboxing practice? Try opening all the links.
Anecdotes about hot-dog eating, boys who overvalue Continental Philosophy, and what happens when your friends start to hate you: What more could you ask for?
Kaitlin recounts the drama of finally getting her own pad, only to find she has no lights, nor a buzzer. How ever will people get into her housewarming party?
This month, Kaitlin gets to the heart of what really matters. What’s it like to like your parents? Is it safe to open the windows again? And do you own a manual pencil sharpener?
Gimme Fiction! This month, Kaitlin catalogs the crazy creatures that rear their cute little heads in worklife, from drunk monk haircuts to desperate stuffed animal keychains.
On bad career choices, inappropriate client texts, and new, twelve-step programs to recover from being poor.
In the first post for her new monthly column, “For Immediate Release,” Kaitlin Phillips sees her life as a movie, a pretty boring one, with no outside.