Thanks to that restless hoe capitalism, you can’t even go on vacation these days without feeling guilty that you didn’t earn it. Society has glorified suffering to the point where saying “I’m working while you’re sleeping!” is supposed to be a flex. That shit is so toxic. Don’t get us wrong, we’re all about getting the bag, but not the ones under our eyes.

Father Time has got to be an immigrant parent because he has high expectations and very little patience. While making Forbes 30 under 30 is definitely an incredible feat, the reality is most dreams take time. So why is it that we put so much pressure on ourselves to make it by a certain age?

You’re in high school with big dreams of launching the next big tech company or becoming an EGOT, and then you get accepted to NYU, Harvard, or any of the other uppity universities. You’re crying, your parents are crying, this is going to be a life changing step forward in your career. But then you graduate and find yourself working a shitty job while your peers with no

The OG Shakespeare asked, “What’s in a name?” Well fuck a name, because it’s all about a brand these days... And I’m not talking about the Omegas shoving hot rods onto each other’s asses. How do you separate yourself from the crowd and figure out what your lane is without selling your soul?When you’re at the bottom of the totem pole, you’ll feel pressured to do a lot of things that are “off brand” and you may succumb to some, so let’s chat about the fine art of building the brand and the pitfalls of only chasing the bag.

Have you ever been robbed of everything you have on your first day pursuing your acting dreams in a new city? No? Well maybe you’ve been in a shootout while just trying to get home after a long day of slinging cocktails at a shitty club? Another no? Well we’ve been through it all and want to share our bootleg take on The Magic School Bus - through the different pit stops of being a starving artist and the necessary hacks to survive. As the great philosopher Cardi B. once said, knock me down 9 times but I get up 10.

What do you get when you mix a spicy bitch, the deep voiced God and baby Marie Kondo? The fucking Truth. And a very good kiki with the girlies. Get ready for UNGLAMOROUS TRUTHS with THE DOWNTOWN GIRLS. Dropping on Saturday, April 1. Subscribe now!