The beauty of having muscles This is the story of how and why I decided to pursue a muscular physique as a woman in my thirties. Most of it was sort of unplanned, but the start of it all has a very common reason: back pain. It's 2018 (I'm 32 years
I am the disruptor. For as long as I can remember, I've had contrasting opinions. I never really fit into a group, and can never figure out whether that's a bad thing or not. I want to belong, and at the same time, I don't. Observing from the
Ignore the humanities at your own peril I can't begin to tell you how often I was met with disdain when I told my colleagues that I studied history. "That's not even a real science!" Correct, but that doesn't hurt my feelings. Computer science is also not a science,