“29. You smelled Ariana Grande’s new perfume and felt nauseous.” More
Once you’ve crossed that line from college kid to a living and breathing adult, you’ll just know. More
I was a Girl Scout. From first or second grade through sixth or seventh, I wore the uniforms and earned the badges and participated in ceremonies that involved walking over a small wooden bridge.
And, of course, I sold cookies. More
We measure our current selves against the ones we remember from this time last year with the hopes that we have become smarter, cooler, more attractive, more successful versions of ourselves. Usually during this reflection I find that my hair looks a little better and maybe I feel a littler wiser but often times there never seems to be any really tangible, easily articulable evidence of growth… until this year. More
When I was a little kid, I longed for the freedom of adulthood. I figured that I’d be bopping around town, eating ice cream for breakfast and watching as much TV as I wanted. More
I lost my virginity at a fairly young age. Two years below the national average, in fact. Myself and approximately 13 percent of my peers got that whole experience over and done with around the same time, and that was that.
…OR WAS IT? (It wasn’t.) More
It’s true. They totally blow. More
I’ve been 21 years old a lot longer than I should have. More
As frequent readers of The Gloss know, I (as well as many of my fellow writers, I’m sure) am terrified of the future. It’s difficult to know what direction we’re all going on, let along how to get to the destination we want, let alone whether that destination is actually what we want anyway. But one thing is for sure: we are going get older, and we can only choose how to face that fact. If you, like us, are
a bit utterly confused as to how to go about becoming an adult, then you should absolutely pick up Adulting: How To Become A Grown-Up In 468 Easy(ish) Steps by Kelly Williams Brown. More
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
Today, I came to a realization: I have an extremely hard time remembering — or even acknowledging — that Dakota Fanning is only four years younger than myself. I am under the same impression as Jamie in believing that Fanning has … More
As a young child, I was what people might call precocious. As a teenager, I was terrifying. More
Santa isn’t real. I know, it’s terrible, but growing up is terrible! And I certainly did not react like an adult to the idea. A good lie goes a long way, however. More
I remember very little besides I woke up in a room on the 52nd floor of Encore (not our hotel) soaked in what I can only hope was water with a chicken finger in my right hand and a cigarette in the other. More