Topic: growing-up

Pregnant? A Half-Hour Emergency.

Pregnant? A Half-Hour Emergency.

Sitting at brunch with my friend Meagan one day, we started talking about the differences between our 20s and 30s.

At the start of our 20s, our priorities were (and these are more or less in order) doing well at work, dancing until 4 a.m., karaoke, drinking, and trying to make a dollar from fifteen cents. As the years progressed, relationships started, burned, then fizzled. Friends who moved to New York with us moved back to Florida, went to L.A., or found another corner of the country to call home. Other, shall we say, acquaintances we only saw at 2 a.m. eventually stopped calling us, and us them. Apartment and roommate merry go-rounds slowed and settled.

Then we turned 30. More »

How Old Is ‘Too Old’ For Roommates?

How Old Is 'Too Old' For Roommates?

A recent New York Times article on four straight guys who’ve lived together in New York for the past 18 years set off a barrage of criticism and defensiveness in the comments and around the Internet. (You don’t say!) Any man who fails to marry and have children by the age of 40, the conventional wisdom goes, is in a state of “arrested development” and needs to “grow up.” Or if he’s going to insist on being single, he should at least have the decency to punish himself with loneliness. How dare he form a non-traditional family with his friends? More »

I Smoked Pot With My Parents

I Smoked Pot With My Parents

One summer home from college I went on a trip through Arizona with my parents. It was the first family trip since I had moved away from home, the first trip where we were all adults and the first time I smoked weed with my parents. It was eye opening, and not only in the way being high usually is. More »

Gallery: 14 Things I Should Probably Regret, But Don’t

Gallery: 14 Things I Should Probably Regret, But Don't

Just now, when trying to write a post about how I regret everything about my first job (especially the getting myself fired part, but also the letting myself be trapped in a job I hated part), I realized something: I don’t actually regret that at all. Sure, I might do things differently if I found myself in that situation today, but it taught me some important lessons that have informed how I’ve led my life since then. (Do you care? Should I write about these awful lessons tomorrow? Just thinking about it now is making my heart speed up.) Sifting through the rest of my life for regrets, I realized I feel much the same way about most of the “regrettable” things I’ve done. With the exception of the times I’ve hurt people other than myself, I regret none of them, because they helped make me the semi-functional adult I am today. Hence, I give you: 14 things I should probably regret, but don’t More »

Gallery: What It Means to Be a Big Girl

Gallery: What It Means to Be a Big Girl

I’m not talking about big girls as in size. I’m talking about putting on your big girl pants and growing into a beautiful, confident, grown-ass woman. Typically this happens in your 20s and 30s — when you’re past the self-discovery stage and moving to a stage of perfecting and establishing that self to be really, really awesome. The Lady Scouts of America honor ladies accomplishing big girl moments by awarding them with badges. Really hilarious and yet, extremely truthful badges. Did I wear my bathing suit bottoms as underwear in my last laundry day and not care? Sadly no, because I am not that clever. But if I did, I’d get a badge for it. Even though the “campfire girls for grown-ass women” have been thorough in their badge-giving, we’ve thought of a few more big girl moments that deserve some recognition. More »

8 Things I Don’t Miss About My Early 20s

8 Things I Don't Miss About My Early 20s

My birthday was a few weeks ago, and getting older always makes me reflect on the past. I’m in my late 20s and, even though I occasionally go overboard looking for fine lines on my face, getting older has been pretty great me for me so far. Every once in a while, though, I miss my early 20s, when getting up “early” meant “before noon.” That said, I’d take my independent late 20s over my confused, anxious early 20s any day. Here’s some of the stuff I absolutely don’t miss. More »