Katherine Schreiber

Katherine Schreiber is a freelance writer and editor based (and native to!) New York City. She's covered health and human behavior for Psychology Today magazine, Greatist.com, Huffington Post, TIME Healthland, and PsychCentral.com. Schreiber is also a columnist for Psychology Standard and she's working towards her MFA in Creative Nonfiction at Sarah Lawrence College. In her off time, she's on the elliptical machine (usually reading and/or writing an essay on her smartphone). Quite frequently, Schreiber's been known to frequent wine bars, karaoke taverns, and coffee shops. If you can't locate her at any of the above, she may be sleeping and/or eating copious amounts of frozen grapes in her underwear.
Age: 25 (Almost.)
Twitter: @KTschreib
What I Do, Job-wise: Attempt to establish legitimacy for myself as “a writer.” 
What I Do, Fun-wise: I help edit an anonymous humor blog, read and write about sex, occasionally spin poi, take comedy classes, hone handstands, and make some really delicious breakfasts. Big fan of travelling. Karaoke is also a favorite. As is red wine. Oh, and yelling out Jeopardy! answers on my boyfriend’s couch. 
My Motto: How you do anything is how you do everything. And vice versa.
My Anti-Motto: Trust me.
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
My “celebs to make out with” list: Angelina Jolie (of course) and Mila Kunis. It’s short. I’m trying to be realistic.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: “Natural White Noise for Babies.” I’m so embarrassed about this. Runner up: “Kiara” by Bonobo.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (Only took me ten years to get to.)
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: The thong that lost its elasticity long, long ago.
Beauty Products That I Hoard: My mom’s cover-up. She still thinks she accidentally threw it out. Sorry, mom.
I smell like: Probably my boyfriend. Or Aveeno.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): Absolutely! I was runner up in a Rocky Horror Picture Show first timer’s fake orgasm contest. Still not sure if the fact that I didn’t win says something good or bad about my sex life. In any case, I resolved to be perfectly honest about all things pleasurable about four years ago. So far, so good.