
Have you ever stared at a glossy spread in a major magazine—perhaps while waiting for a delayed connection in a terminal that smelled faintly of industrial floor wax—and wondered, “Who is the freebie-grifting travel journalist behind this amazingly improbable listicle of the World’s Top Ten Alpine Spas?”
The answer is, quite simply, me.
Now, when a restaurant, spa or resort boasts it was “named” the best, you no longer have to wonder who they paid for that decree because if it’s worth the plaque it’s engraved on, it was likely me!
It’s literally been a minute since I staged a daring escape from the corporate cubicle to become a digital nomad—which is essentially a travel bum with a better data plan. I launched Arbiter of Everything as an act of public service for the aesthetically adrift so you don't have to suffer through the same mid-tier tragedies I’ve endured. And, to freeload Insta-amazing travel “partnerships.”
Look, I’m not asking for your hand in marriage or a kidney. I’m just saying if you want the be the first to know, enlist below.👇