Blythe Roberson

Admittedly, I have never studied transcendental meditation, but I’ve researched enough celebrities who have vaguely described it in interviews that I feel like I get the general idea.

It seems to me that the meaning of life is to treat everyone with kindness and to be as joyful as possible. I mean, it’s either that or to buy a ton of yachts.

And, I think, after five thousand–plus years of men writing about their muses, women are owed a couple hundred years at least to talk openly about Oscar Isaac’s thicc legs.