It’s true. They totally blow. More
I’ve been 21 years old a lot longer than I should have. 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
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
Okay, let me admit something I’m
a bit completely ashamed of: I’m (sigh) somewhat jealous of Taylor Swift‘s dating life. More
I think knowing how to say “no” is an imperative part of being a grown woman. Just as important is knowing when you’re exhausted and, more or less, telling someone “Bitch, you gotta go”. Which is what I did. And goddamn, if it wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. More
New York recently sat in on a meeting at the new Cosmo under Joanna Cole. In the most interesting bit, a senior editor, Anna Davies, declares that “No girl who is 22, 23 years old should be sleeping with a 23-year-old! She needs a fortysomething-year-old vice-president from Morgan Stanley. Who will at least teach her how to have interesting, good sex.” We found this interesting considering… considering Cosmo. Anyway, we decided to ask ourselves… is it true? Should we all just be dating older men who love capitalism?? More
So now that I’ve gotten all high-and-mighty about maturity and taking responsibility for your own actions, I’d like to continue the grown-up discussion with a different subject. Back-to-school shopping.
Why would grown-ups talk about back-to-school shopping? You might be asking. Unless we’re talking about the grown-ups’ school-aged children. But we’re not. We’re talking about me. More
I have a lot of sympathy for Kristen Stewart at the moment. I think it sucks that her personal flirtations with an older, married man are being tossed around in the press and blown into some huge, horrible ordeal. It’s really time for us all to move on.
But there’s one part of this whole mess that we need to be clear on first. Kristen Stewart is an adult. We shouldn’t forgive her because she’s 22-years-old and can’t be held accountable for her own choices. We should forgive her because she’s human and it’s none of our business anyways. More
It’s possible that I go overboard when it comes to saying, “I’m sorry.” Like, I do it a lot. And maybe it’s time I grow out of that. Am I the only one who is just realizing that their frequent apologies make them look a little insecure? More
Recently, a friend and I were discussing the challenge of how to stay friends after a breakup. She was caught between the time-honored dilemma of thinking it was the adult thing to do and wondering what the point of it would be. Well, I’ve heard you, friend, and I’m here to help. This week’s Illustrated Guide offers some helpful tips for trudging through a long, slow, pointless impersonation of congeniality with someone you used to love. More
I went to an 17 years old’s house party. It was an accident, I swear. More
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
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