Let’s Talk About It…

Y’all ever known a woman who could start a fight in an empty house? One of those folks who can sniff out drama like a bloodhound on a biscuit trail? That’s who came to mind when I heard the old Southern saying:
“She’s got more issues than Vogue.”
Now don’t get me wrong—Vogue has some beautiful issues. Glossy, expensive, full of fashion and fantasy. But when this saying rolls off a Southern tongue, we ain’t talking about couture. We’re talking about chaos.
You know the type. Bless her heart, she’s in a constant state of personal emergency. She’s always “going through something.” If it ain’t a breakup, it’s a spiritual awakening. Or a food allergy. Or a man with a motorcycle and a warrant.
She can’t just tell you her weekend plans—oh no. She’s got to give you the full backstory, the emotional trauma, three exes, and a dream interpretation from a psychic in Mobile.
It’s like… honey, did you just want to say you’re going to Target, or are we unpacking generational trauma right here in the candle aisle?
Now, don’t mistake me—I’ve had my fair share of “Vogue” moments. There were years I could’ve been a whole subscription. Full color spreads of stress, one dramatic event after another, all sandwiched between bad decisions and better stories.
But some folks? They live there. They don’t just visit Dysfunction Junction—they put up curtains and made sweet tea.
And what’s wild is, they’ll say it proudly.
“I’ve just always been this way.”
Well sugar, so has poison ivy, but that don’t mean we need to roll around in it.
But here’s the real Southern truth: most women carrying all those “issues” are usually lugging around someone else’s too. Mama’s expectations, Daddy’s absence, a bad relationship, a worse friendship, and society whispering nonsense in our ears. And instead of setting those down, we just accessorize them and keep going. Like emotional handbags.
So to my sisters out there with more issues than Vogue—I see you. I love you. But maybe it’s time to unsubscribe. Rip out a few pages, recycle what doesn’t serve you, and keep the good glossy parts for when you need to shine.
Because Lord knows we’ve all got issues.
It’s what you do with ’em that makes the difference.
XOXO, Jani






















