Maybelle Morgan

Mar 4, 2024 | refinery29.com | Maybelle Morgan

Story from LivingFive years ago, at a friend’s house party, I ended up in conversation with a woman I had never met before. It was surface-level small talk: work, dating, who we knew there. After minutes of mutually tepid chat, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I came out, I was distracted by someone I knew waving me into the kitchen. I never returned to the woman.

Mar 3, 2024 | refinery29.com | Maybelle Morgan

Five years ago, at a friend’s house party, I ended up in conversation with a woman I had never met before. It was surface-level small talk: work, dating, who we knew there. After minutes of mutually tepid chat, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I came out, I was distracted by someone I knew waving me into the kitchen. I never returned to the woman. I didn’t think about her again until earlier this year when a friend let a tidbit of information slip: Oh, you know she hates you.

Feb 22, 2024 | refinery29.com | Maybelle Morgan |Elisabeth Kochan

Triggerwarnung: In diesem Artikel geht es unter anderem um Fehlgeburten, emotionalen und finanziellen Missbrauch. Der Begriff „Situationship“ wurde 2017 von der Journalistin Carina Hsieh erfunden und ist seitdem fester Bestandteil unseres kulturellen Lexikons – zusammen mit Worten wie „Ghosting“, „Catfishing“, und so weiter. Aber was ist eine Situationship überhaupt? Kurz gesagt: eine Art undefiniertes Mittelding zwischen einer lockeren Affäre und einer Beziehung.

Feb 21, 2024 | refinery29.com | Maybelle Morgan

“Running has just given me another way to discover more about myself and push the boundaries of what people expect of me,” says Jordan Adair, member of Snappy Runners, a running community based out of Ancoats in Manchester. “If you saw me walking down the street, I have tattoos and I’m very loud — but I also knit. I’m on my 576th streak day of my language app.

Feb 1, 2024 | refinery29.com | Maybelle Morgan

One Friday night, I found myself wedged in the corner of a pub garden studying the face of a man who had been a stranger just 15 minutes prior. “Steady on,” he laughed, accidentally sloshing his pint of Guinness as he set our drinks down. It was then I observed that he had “it” — you know, whatever “it” was — something also not lost on some curious onlookers around us. He was easygoing, well dressed, and smiled through crinkly blue eyes.