Where whispers become headlines. HERsay delivers sharp takes on womanhood, cultural contradictions, and the things we’re not supposed to say out loud.
Yes, I saw your text. I even rehearsed a reply in three emotional dialects. Then I floated into the ceiling like an emotionally unavailable Roomba.
Apparently, expressing a thought now qualifies as heroism — as long as you smile afterward and include a disclaimer in parentheses.
She’s not impulsive. She’s preparing. Financial experts are unclear if €14 rosé in Lisbon counts as personal growth, but she’s already packed.
He meditates twice a week and owns a candle. But when it comes to real intimacy, he vanishes like incense in a breeze. Maybe he’s not toxic — just unplugged.
He said I was “a lot.” I said thanks. He meant it as a warning. I took it as confirmation.
He’s emotionally available — for anyone willing to hear a 14-part saga about why his divorce wasn’t his fault. Bonus points if you’re good with kids and can listen without blinking.
You like coffee? Cute. I like high-stakes survival. If we’re not rappelling by noon or tranquilizing something with fangs, we’re just coworkers with better lighting.
He doesn’t need to be perfect — he just needs to believe what I believe, in the exact order I learned it from five unrelated men in trucker hats speaking into lapel mics.
When men get money, they settle down. When women get money, they level up. It’s not toxic — it’s trending.