Relationships: Cringe, Cute, and Chronically Confusing

Where your love language meets eye rolls: Relationships that need a filter.

Before I start, I have an announcement: one of the next blogs will be a reader-guided one. That means it will be all about what I receive from people I have heard from in some way and received permission to share. So, if you have a killer “romance” story you want to share with changed names and an anonymous tag. A relationship hot take your dying to share or a question you’d love to ask. And yes, as well as being funny, I would love some serious as well. You can comment anonymously, email me, or text me if you’re one of the few who have that “honor”. It will remain anonymous unless you wish for it to be shared with the world. I’m taking anything you can think of! Thanks guys!!! Alyssa Unfiltered is also available on Blogger if you prefer your blogs on there!

Love is patient, love is kind — and also weirdly obsessed with matching hoodies, and calling each other “baby” in public.

If you’ve ever looked at a couple and thought, “There’s no way they’re that happy,” congratulations: you’re not bitter; you’re just realistic. Relationships are not all couples’ selfies and “we finish each other’s sentences.” Sometimes, they’re just… finishing each other’s fries and arguing about whether or not he should buy more tools or you should buy more shoes.

Let’s break it down: the swoon-worthy, the red-flaggy, the “why do I keep texting them back” of it all. We’re talking about real relationships. The ones that aren’t curated for the internet. The ones that involve love, laughter, trauma bonding, and occasional mutual social anxiety. Before I get into it and make you all think I am the Grinch of Valentine’s Day, let me clarify this. I was in a relationship that was so cringeworthy that I felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t me. It was us. So no, I’m not an expert at relationships; in fact, I tend to screw up all the ones I’ve ever been in. That said I am good at identifying cringe…because I was.

One last thing I would like to clarify is that I am in no way trying to insult anyone. I am a firm believer in everyone having their own opinion, and I found a way to share mine, as I hope all of you do as well. Which is why it doesn’t upset me when people disagree with me, my opinion, or my blog posts. We are all individuals and I think you should do whatever makes you happy!

Now here we go….

The Good — Things I Actually Like

Yes, like I said, I do have a heart under all this sarcasm. Believe it or not, there are parts of relationships that can be cute and not make gag.

Sharing memes instead of solving your issues. Is it healthy? No. Is it adorable? Debatable. But is it hilarious? Yes!!! t(hat’s totally why I’m crying)

Feeling safe. Like, genuinely being able to show up as your whole, weird self. No filters, no performative perfection. Just you, your donkey laugh and your flamingo collection. I’m sorry, but if you can’t accept the 500 flamingos I have, I can’t accept your odd taste in music.

Knowing each other’s weird habits and loving them anyway. Like how they always burn toast or have many alarms to wake up. Adorable… and concerning.

Inside jokes. The kind that makes no sense to anyone else but sends you into a full-blown hysteric fit. My favorites are those that aren’t even jokes but a voice or a singular word. Who knew the word “Bagel” in an Australian accent could make me laugh till I cry.

The Bad — Here’s Where It Goes Off the Rails

Now, let’s talk about the things that belong in the trash.

The “good morning/good night” text police. Sorry, I didn’t respond at 12:34 A.M. I was asleep… like a human.

The obsession with public validation. If your love needs to be reposted every five minutes or it doesn’t count, it’s not love. It is your way of acting because you never would make it in Hollywood.

Toxic positivity. Not every relationship fight must end with “We’re stronger because of this.” Sometimes, you’re just mad because they forgot your anniversary or got you a pen for Valentine’s Day…

“Jealousy = love” mindset. No. Jealousy = insecurity dressed in glitter. Let’s not romanticize tracking your partner’s location like it’s a love language. Or telling them who they can and can’t talk to… that’s not love it is manipulation. RUN.

The ‘fixer-upper’’ fantasy. You are not a therapist. You are not a life coach. If you’re dating someone for their potential, you’re dating a project…not a person. That is not fair for either one of you…and tbh if your trying to fix them then maybe you don’t actually love them, but who they could be. Can we say toxic?

PDA overload. Holding hands = cute. Quick peck = sweet. Full-body cuddles in the middle of a food court? That is a no. Love is great, but save the soul-staring and making out for…anywhere but here.

🔥 Hot Takes You Didn’t Ask For (But Giving Anyway)

Couples who say””we never fight”” are either lying or emotionally repressed.

Relationship ultimatums are just threats wrapped in hugs and milkshakes.

Dating apps are just digital thrift stores for socially anxious people.

“Love at first sight” is just being desperate with confidence.

“We finish each other’s sentence” is a cute utility except for during an argument.

Wearing matching shirts is either peak adorable or dangerously close to cult behavior. There is no in-between.

PDA should come with a 10-foot social distance rule.

Talking stages that last longer than an extended vacation? Call it what it is: indecision with flirting.

Can We All Agree…

· If you have to Google “Does he like me or is he just bored”…you already know the answer.

Someone always forgets the anniversary and tries to play it off like a “test.”

If a movie has a touchy couple in the audience, it should be rated R regardless of the actual movie.

There is always one person in a relationship who doesn’t understand how to take a decent photo and one who expects a professional-level picture.

No one actually likes kissing in the rain. You get cold and soaked, and you taste mascaras. It’s gross.

“We’re just talking” is code for “we have commitment issues.”

No one actually knows what “it’s complicated” means anymore. Either you’ll get together or text your ex at midnight. It depends on which cologne you got a whiff of at Walmart.

The Real Talk –Here’s the Truth

Everyone’s out here trying to be “relationship goals” but the real goal should be being emotionally stable and communicative. And not making your partner have to try to guess how you feel. Or decoding your passive-aggressive mood swings like their tryna find their location in geoguesser. You don’t have to be perfect. But if you are dating someone, here is a wild idea: Be kind. Be honest. Be yourself. Mess and all.

And please, for the love of all things emotionally mature, stop expecting your partner to read your mind. They’re not psychic. They’re just trying to figure out why you’re mad about something that happened in 3rd grade.

Final Thought

At the end of the day, love isn’t about being perfect; it’s about being real. And if you’re currently single and watching videos of cute couples while tempted to call your ex, just know you’re not alone. Cringe, cute, confusing — relationships are all of it. And that’s okay.

’Til next time,
 — Alyssa🦩

P.S. Got a relationship story, rant, or red flag moment you need to share? Spill it below or email me at alyssaunfiltered@outlook.com bonus points for chaotic screenshots and unhinged DMs.

The Delusion of ‘Having It All Together: The Unfiltered Social Media Filter

Exposing the socialism in social media, one unrealistic pin at a time.

Instagram moms, Pinterest planners, and those girlboss TikTokers with “soft mornings” (whatever that is. I have only had hard mornings) and $200 face serums, this is your formal roast invitation. But, um, yeah, like, no offense.

When I was a young girl (this was like 2 weeks ago), I once tried a morning routine I found on YouTube. You know the kind, sunrise yoga (my version was what I like to call sunrise noga where I noga out of my bed), a green smoothie (OK, so I’ll be honest, it was green because it was a mint chip milkshake, guys), journaling, and “intentional silence.” I was asleep again by 9 a.m. because that silence was too intentional. I wish I could be the Girl with the morning routine with the hair oils, face serum, flawless skin, and perfect outfits. But I’m not, which makes me feel a little less than those who are, and culture does not help.

So here we are, unraveling the myth that everyone else has their life together — when they’re just better at faking it online. Buckle up. We’re talking hustle culture, curated chaos, and why your planner doesn’t need to look like a flipping vacation to Paris scrapbook.

The Good — Things I Like

A functional planner. One that doesn’t require five highlighters, washi tape, and a vision board of your “dream life” in a place I can’t even pronounce.

The keeping it real ones. These are the posts where someone admits they forgot it was Monday and sent their kid to school with a slice of cake and in the wrong uniform. Iconic.

Memes. I’ll be honest. I’m only here for the memes guys.

The Bad — Here’s Where It Goes Off the Rails

Clean girl aesthetic. So… just be rich, skinny, and wear beige? Got it.

The productivity trap. You’re not lazy. You’re just overwhelmed and maybe a little allergic to the to-do list of someone with maids, butlers, and has a million dollars to spare.

Toxic positivity. Nobody feels “blessed” during a mental breakdown in the Walmart parking lot. I said what I said.

The filters. Have you ever found it hard to recognize yourself with a filter on?

🔥 Hot Takes You Didn’t Ask For (But I’m Giving Anyway)

Morning routines are just meant to talk crap about people while quite literally turning yourself into someone you are not with half a ton of makeup; it screams insecurity but gets likes and loves.

If your planner has stickers for “hydrate” and “breathe,” you need therapy, not The Happy Planner.

Not posting your mess doesn’t mean the mess doesn’t exist. It just means you’re hiding it better than the rest of us.

Nothing says body positivity like putting a crap ton of makeup on just to go to the grocery store. Oh and apologizing for how you look before the makeup. Then reminding us to love the natural look.

Can We All Agree…

Most “Sunday resets” are just panic-cleaning with a playlist. I like to pretend someone is coming over so I have more motivation until I remember that I could never have someone over because my house is not insta worthy.

Digital detoxes are great until you realize your entire personality is a meme or until your mother calls you and you don’t answer.

The girlboss era is over. We’re tired, we’re broke, and honestly, we’d rather nap. Quit trying to be a trendsetter and make sparkling water happen, Gretchen.

A Little Deep POV

You wake up in the morning, hitting the snooze on your alarm clock, you look at the time. 4:30. You don’t have to be wherever you are going until 8, but the morning routine takes hours. You love that some love the morning routines, they love skincare, they love it all. You don’t. But you do it. You do it to be pretty. You did it to seem cool. To seem cultured. To be normal. But it’s not normal. Staring at the mirror and feeling hideous without makeup is not normal. Saying I need makeup is not a natural sentence that should be spoken, but you should do it daily.

On the days you don’t wear a bunch of makeup, comments are made, and if by chance the middle schooler you add on the way to lunch doesn’t tell you how tired you look, rest assured you’ll tell yourself at least 10 times that you look like a child dying of pneumonia. But most days you will wear makeup, a lot of it. You’ll put a filter on every picture before you post it and hyper analyze every outfit. Because the girls on your TikTok feed don’t look like this, the girls on YouTube don’t, and the ladies on Instagram look like walking, talking Barbie dolls. You realize that concealer conceals real beauty and foundation builds a foundation of lies.

As you take off your makeup before bed, washing off the separate identity you have created, you can even look at your reflection. You feel so plain without the extra little sparkle. The sparkle that was just bat poop sitting on your face. Let me tell you, honey, you have a different kind of sparkle. One that doesn’t wash off in the shower or with makeup wipes. A sparkle that comes from inside. The way you laugh when you shouldn’t, the way you smile and the whole room lights up, your sense of humor that cheers people up, your personality, your heart. That’s how you shine, and between you and me, that glow is way more flattering than any highlighter I have ever seen, any filter I have ever used, or any trend I have tried to do.

Be you, because the world needs you.

The Real Talk

Nobody has it all together. Some people have better lighting, a publicist, and a filter preset named “chaos eraser.”. Some people can hide their flaws more than others, but don’t get confused; they have flaws too.

You’re not behind. You’re not a mess. You’re just not pretending. That may be OK. So ditch the illusion, embrace the mess, and stop comparing your behind-the-scenes to someone else’s highlight reel.

Final Thought

At the end of the day, you don’t need a matching loungewear set and a five-step skincare routine to be successful. Sometimes, success is surviving the day without crying in fluorescent lighting.

Can we quit normalizing gossiping about people and talking trash, and please just be real? It’s OK to have issues. It is alright to be afraid. It’s OK to cry. To worry, to stress, to not feel good enough. That’s normal, guys. It’s called being human, and believe it or not, we all deal with it, except if you’re a robot. So just be you and select the traffic light.

’Til next time,

— Alyssa🦩

P.S. Got a topic you want my unfiltered take on? Drop it in the comments or email me at AlyssaUnfiltered@outlook.com (but don’t be weird about it).

McDonald’s vs Wendy’s: The Unfiltered Drive-Thru Roast

Because apparently, we needed square burgers and emotional trauma with our fries.

Fast food is like the toxic ex that you keep calling even after you swore them off 10 times. Its the reminder that no one is above temptation and toxic relationships. I mean just think about it for a moment. Fast food is convenient, familiar, unhealthy, and IT WILL DISSPOINT YOU. But even when you leave countless times, you’ll always go back…just like with your ex.

In a comment on one of the previous blog post, the reader “Breannawallen16” requested a blog on McDonalds vs Wendy’s and why I pick that one. But what Breanna didn’t realize is I am probably the pickiest person in the world with the oddest pallet ever. So this is gonna be interesting…

Today’s post? An unfiltered roast of the Fast Food Industrial Complex. Buckle up.

The Good- Things I actually like

McDonald’s fries. Look, these fries are basically seasoned with some grease, a little sweat, and a whole lot of MSG. When these fries are fresh its a definite 10/10, but when they are cold they are a weapon.

Wendy’s frostys. Is it a shake? Is it ice cream? All I know is its usually only a dollar and on occasion its only 50 cents and I need me some cheap frozen dairy product.

Chick-fil-A’s customer service. The way they say “my pleasure” as if I just gave them a kidney makes me feel like I’m contributing to society. Chick-fil-A really is God’s restaurant.

Burger King’s onion rings. Underrated. Slightly sad. But still better than their actual burgers.

Taco Bell at 1AM. Questionable decisions taste better in a tortilla.

The Bad — Here’s Where It Goes Off the Rails

McDonald’s Ice cream machine. Does it ever work? No it does not. Its broken…yet again. At this point I can’t tell if its an actual machine or just a relic.

Wendy’s Pretends to be fancy. Just because you have a song that mentions you that is named Fancy, does not mean that you are really fancy. Having square burgers does not make you gourmet, sweetie. Your still a drive through with commitment issues that is so insecure you have to advertise that you don’t serve freezer burnt food.

Soggy lettuce and Hand prints. Nothing says “we gave up” like wilted greens on your $5 sandwich and a hand print on your bun.

Fast Food Bathrooms. If I ever go missing, check the bathroom at any fast food joint (especially taco Bell). They’re horror movie sets with hand dryers.

Portions shrink, Prices rise. My grandmother has sat in her little rocking chair while telling me about the good ole days before inflation when $10 could buy you a full meal. And now it gets you a paper straw and a side of regret.

🔥Hot Takes You Didn’t Ask For (But I’m Giving Anyway)

McDonald’s breakfast is the only thing keeping them in business. Oh and the Big Mac secret sauce.

No one actually likes Burger King they just end up there when the line for Chick-fil-A is too long. But I mean if you just gotta have it your way….

Subway isn’t even fast food. It’s DIY disappointment.

Frosties are better than McFlurries. Yeah, I said it. And plus the Wendy’s ice cream machine actually works.

Can We All Agree…

Messy tacos. No one has ever successfully eaten a Taco Bell Crunchwrap in public without a structural collapse.

The sauce is boss. Chick-fil-A sauce is the only reason people deal with the parking lot chaos.

The last one gimmick. “Limited time only” items are always the best and always get taken away. Except of course for pumpkin spice, it needs taken away…

The feasting reaping. Fast food app deals are the modern-day Hunger Games.

Wendy’s vs. McDonald’s — The Final Face-Off

If Wendy’s and McDonald’s were people, Wendy would be that try-hard with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex, while McDonald’s is the washed-up high school quarterback who peaked in the ’90s but still thinks he’s something. Let’s break it down:

Fries:
McDonald’s wins. No debate. Wendy’s fries are trying to be rustic and home-style but end up tasting like someone’s freezer burn trauma.

Burgers:
Wendy’s wins here — barely. Their burgers actually look like they were made with a human hand and not by a sad robot. Plus, square patties are weirdly satisfying. McDonald’s burgers taste like nostalgia and cardboard — both comforting and questionable.

Ice Cream Game:
Wendy’s. Because the Frosty machine actually works. McFlurries are great — in theory — but we never get to have one, so what’s the point?

Breakfast:

Honestly I think we all could agree that Hardees should win this category but.. out of our two competitors the choice is McDonald’s. Wendy’s tried to play the breakfast game with… a croissant with trauma. Sit down, ma’am.

Value:
Wendy’s is basically that boutique store with the $9 side salad. McDonald’s at least pretends to care about your budget (until you hit “medium combo” and it’s $13 for air and a bun).

Vibes:
Wendy’s has better social media sass. McDonald’s has better late-night regret energy. It’s a draw, depending on how much you hate yourself that day. But they both get pretty wild on, keeping it fresh never frozen and I’m Mcloving it…yeah I cringed too as I typed that. My bad ya’ll.

The Winner!!!:

McDonald’s, by sheer force of iconic-ness. Not because they’re better — oh, absolutely not — but because they’ve perfected the art of being just good enough to keep us crawling back like emotionally battered exes. Just good enough to make us have those late night cravings and forget why we ever even left. (And also forget all the food in our houses already)

The Real Talk

Fast food is a scam we’ve all agreed to pretend isn’t. We pay $12 to be hungry again in an hour, regret our life choices, and probably get a stomachache. But we keep going back because it’s easy, it’s fast, and sometimes, it hits just right. But here’s my advice:

✔ Keep your expectations low and your fries salted. Fast food is made fast, and doesn’t last very long. Remember that as your pulling up to a drive-thru.

✔ And maybe cook at home once in a while. Your stomach and your bank account will thank you.

✔ The employees are human too. Yes it might nit be that hard to remember no ketchup on your McDouble but give them some slack, they’re probably running off 5 cups of coffee and a vape. And hey don’t be too rude at Wendy’s or else they might spit in your chili.

Final Thought

At the end of the day, all fast food is trash — but it’s our trash. Just don’t expect me to pretend Burger King deserves rights. Or that Dairy Queen should really exist outside of ice cream.

Til next time,
 — Alyssa 🦩

P.S. Got a topic you want me to “discuss”? Drop it in the comments or email me at AlyssaUnfiltered@outlook.com. I take requests like a sarcastic jukebox.

Till Debt Do Us Part: Alyssa’s Unfiltered Thoughts on Weddings

You can also find this blog on Blogger if that is more convenient for you guys!

Weddings. The dreamy, glittery, wildly expensive events that turn “I do” into “I’m stressed.”

Don’t get me wrong — I love love. I cry at proposals, I swoon at first dances, and I will absolutely judge a wedding cake by its frosting-to-filling ratio. Truth be told, I have NEVER — and I mean never — been to a wedding where I didn’t cry.

A friend of mine is having a wedding soon, and being the amazing friend that I am (or maybe just really not wanting to cry and ruin my makeup), I agreed to help her with some of the typical wedding stuff. You know the stuff like the kids’ tables, telling people their seating arrangements, lighting candles and sparklers, serving food, the guest book — all that good stuff.

Honestly, it reminds me of the show Somebody’s Gotta Do It. And that, my friends, is how this blog post was born.

But let’s be real: weddings these days are half love story, half chaos circus with a flower arch. And as always, I’ve got thoughts. Let me preface this by saying something I feel should be shared. I am 110 percent not having a wedding if I get a choice. I will calmly go to the courthouse and pay the small fee and be on my way. I HATE ATTENTION and weddings cause a lot of attention to be on the bride….so yeah I’m good. This probably has shaped my opinion but I will try to be unbiased.

Before I rant — I mean, calmly give my opinion — let me just say this: I am so excited for this blog! Not sure yet if I’ll be posting daily or weekly, but I guess we’ll figure it out as we go.

And hey, if I offend you, I truly apologize. Feel free to hate on me in the comments or via email. Because, as we all know, that makes you the bigger person!

Now, shall we?

The Good — Things I Actually Like

They’re beautiful. Weddings allow two people to come together as one in front of their friends and loved ones. Okay, now that I’m saying it out loud, it does kinda sound like a cult…

#Memories. Your wedding will probably be one of the most memorable days of your life — for better or worse. The cameras will be rolling, so… smile, I guess?

Real love moments. When it’s genuine, it hits. I’m talking vows that don’t sound like they were copy-pasted from a Hallmark card.

Good music, no DJ drama. If you can get Grandma, your high school friends, and a toddler dancing to the same song? That’s art.

Speeches… Sometimes they’re great. Other times, they’re cringe. (Like, please tell me more about how the Maid of Honor met her high school boyfriend… 🙄)

I come for the food. If you feed me well, I will overlook many things — including awkward speeches and uncomfortable shoes.

The Bad — Where It All Goes Off the Rails

The bouquet toss. Nothing screams “please stand in a circle while I embarrass all my single friends” quite like this outdated tradition. Have you ever almost killed Grandma because you really wanted that bouquet? Yeah, same.

Matching bridesmaid dresses. Especially in colors like “sage” or “dusty rose” — which sound like emotions, not outfits. I love coordination, but I’ve seen too many brides turn into bridezillas because a dress was lilac instead of lavender.

Just announce the dress code. There is nothing — and I mean nothing — more awkward than showing up in the same color as the bridesmaids. Just put it on the invitation. Spare us the cringe.

Photo shoots over feelings. It’s a wedding, not a Vogue spread. Chill. Ever notice how people are so obsessed with getting the perfect picture that they literally miss the moment? Its your wedding day, enjoy it!

🔥 Hot Takes You Didn’t Ask For (But I’m Giving Anyway)

Big weddings aren’t for everyone. A courthouse, a backyard, or a mountaintop — do what makes you happy.

Elopements? Elite. Minimal drama, maximum love. (And as long as the couple is legally old enough, I’m here for it.)

Let your brain develop first. Stone me if you must, but maybe wait until after your frontal lobe fully develops before tying the knot. Unless, of course, you plan on living with your parents until your brain finishes fusing together.

Unplugged ceremonies are fine — just don’t yell at me in a sign. I just wanted to take a cute pic.

Can We All Agree…

Dress codes with no direction. “Dressy casual semi-formal with a rustic twist” means what, exactly?

The rogue +1. Who is this man, why is he here, and why is he talking during the vows?!

Seating chart sabotage. Please don’t put me next to your ex’s cousin’s ex. I don’t care how many people canceled.

Flaky RSVPers. If you ghost a wedding you RSVP’d to, you owe the couple $87 and a slice of cake.

Exes at weddings. …Do I really need to explain why?

Once Upon A Time… (AKA A Wedding Mishap Story)

At an event where everything is supposed to be perfect, something is bound to go wrong.

Take my cousin’s wedding, for example. She didn’t announce her wedding colors ahead of time, so guess what? About 15 guests accidentally showed up in the same shade as the bridesmaids.

She was also a little late (only by about 30 minutes, but whatever), and the seating got so messed up that we had to swap sides right before the reception because the bride’s family accidentally sat on the groom’s side.

But the real chaos? The dress malfunction.

During the vows — in the middle of her big moment — her dress started falling. Yes, falling. As in, her bra was about to make its grand debut.

The worse part? She didn’t notice. The groom might have noticed but chose to stay silent. The photographers? Oh, they noticed. They just kept snapping pics.

Finally, the Maid of Honor casually walked up, tucked the dress into the bra (as if this was totally normal), and walked back like nothing happened.

To this day, I don’t think my cousin knows what happened. She asked, but nobody answered.

…Unless she saw the photos. 😬

The Real Talk

Weddings should be about joy — not stress, not perfection, not impressing your college roommate’s fiancé. Whether you’re going big, small, or running off to Vegas, here’s my unfiltered advice:

✔ Make it feel like you. Not your mom, not your sister, not Princess Kate. YOU.

✔ Don’t go broke over chairs. For real. You have your entire future to go into debt with this person — don’t do it all on Day 1.

✔ Let people dance, eat, and celebrate love. And you do it, too.

(And please, feed your guests. Hungry guests are petty guests.)

Final Thought

If you’re planning a wedding right now — deep breaths. You got this.

But also… don’t make me wear satin and learn a TikTok dance. I will rebel.

As always I have lots more opinions but I’ll save them for another day. ’Til next time,
 — Alyssa 🦩

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Hi. Hello. Welcome to Alyssa Unfiltered — aka the corner of the internet where I say what you’re thinking (but maybe wouldn’t post). If you’re here for polite, sugar-coated opinions… you might be in the wrong place. But if you’re into bold thoughts, hot takes, and a little bit of playful chaos? Buckle up. I can also be found on blogger if that is a more convenient read for you guys!

So, who am I?

I’m Alyssa — lover of strong coffee (although I really shouldn’t drink caffeine), stronger opinions, flamingos and saying the quiet part out loud. I’ve always had thoughts. About everything. Whether it’s pop culture, food, internet drama, regular drama, random hot takes or trends that make zero sense — I’ve probably got a rant ready. Most my friends refer to me as very unhinged, out of pocket and you guessed it UNFILTERED. And instead of yelling into the void (aka my group chat), I figured… why not bring the chaos here?

Why Alyssa Unfiltered?

Because filtered is boring. Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t have thoughts when someone puts ketchup on pasta. Because we live in a world where everyone’s playing nice on the outside, while silently judging inside — and I’m just here to say it out loud. With respect, of course. (Mostly.) As a friend of mine once said, “Ain’t rude if it’s true”.

This blog is my space to be completely, unapologetically honest — with a little humor, a lot of sass, and a firm PG-13 rating. (Occasionally)

What you’ll find here:

Pop culture commentary no one asked for (but you’ll love anyway)

Random opinions that may or may not get me side-eyed in public

Rants about things like why “girl dinner” should include hot food

Weird internet things I can’t not talk about

Why if your gonna have a lifestyle that is easy to hate on, maybe you should have tough skin

And maybe the occasional serious moment… but don’t worry, I won’t get too soft

A mild disclaimer (because I have to):

If you’re easily offended… you might still wanna stick around. Hate-reading is still reading, right? Plus, you never know — you might end up agreeing with me (gasp). Either way, this is a space for honesty, not hostility. We keep it real, not rude.

A taste of what’s to come:

Let me just get this off my chest:
Pumpkin spice is wildly overrated. There. I said it. Fall has other flavors, people. Give cinnamon apple its moment!

Let’s do this.

This is just the beginning. Alyssa Unfiltered is where things get messy, loud, fun, and — above all — real. So stick around, drop a comment, and let’s talk about all the things we’re not “supposed” to say.

You in? If you have any suggestions for what I should give my UNPOPULAR opinion on next time leave a comment!

— Alyssa 🦩