The European Refugee Crisis and Syria Explained.
Editors are the tastemakers, but bloggers show us mere, mall-shopping mortals how to translate those sometimes hard-to-reach trends.
Some think that shaving is completely mandatory – because hello, swimsuit season – while others view it as a "gendered double standard."
I’m honestly ready to nix my luggage, hurtle through the Plexiglas window and let the Virginian mountain lions, tigers and bears have their way with me .
From food to finances, these sites will have your back until you walk the stage.
So what makes me undateable? I mean, I’ve been writing about how I am for two and a half years…but what does it all mean, exactly?
“Like a girl” translates to doing something feebly and half-heartedly…and not as well as a man.
Being gay is something that isn’t as shrouded in shame as it was before.
Sometimes, I was driven to tears because of my school's crappy connection…it made doing homework and ordering pretty dresses from Asos so, so difficult.
We put all this effort into getting over our ex boos and boyfriends and more often than not, they’ve already moved on – and possibly deleted our numbers. Ouch.
The first date indicates if a person’s worth your time. The second date is a way to see if the spark is really there. The third date, though? That’s when you’re officially in it to win it.
It’s really not all that bad…trust me.
I guess we’re all just damned if we do and damned if we don’t.
Lest we forget that Lauren’s road to happily ever after wasn’t paved in gold. She’s had her share of frogs before finding her prince.
Half-priced, watered down cocktails and calorie-laden snacks for the low low? Count me in. Always. But the hours after happy hour are when things start to add up.
It turns out that guys are more perceptive than we thought. Scary.
When I block a guy, I don’t have to go through the motions of hoping and thinking that it’s him. Because it isn’t. Because he can’t get through to me.
Nineties nostalgia is one helluva drug.
Do you know your goal line from your goal kick?
Online dating can be some bullshit, yes. But if the Internet Gawds can make it easier to deal with (meaning more catches and less creeps), then maybe – just maybe – I can dip a toe or two back into the proverbial pool.
Even though you’ll probably spend your Sunday firing off your teary tweets and RIP Facebook statuses, the finale is still a great excuse to have a little bit of fun.
Why didn’t anyone see this before?!
Yes, you’re at the bottom of the totem pole as an intern…but that doesn’t mean that you have to remain there for the rest of the summer.
“Have you thought about selling your iPhone with Flappy Bird on it?” Mike from Tinder asked me, one day before...
Good news for the fangirls and boys – the series is being rebooted! Woo hoo!
Sundays are sort of depressing if you utilized your weekend the way that you should’ve. No more morning mimosas or twilight twerk sessions for another four days (or three, if your Thursdays are still thirsty).
You know the people I’m talking about – these game requesting, frequent status updating, spammy-ass friends who COMPLETELY misuse and abuse their websites of choice.
Choosing a major is probably one of the toughest decisions that an incoming student can make. Your course of study sets the tone of your collegiate career...and some pretty life altering decisions after that.
Luckily, I still had my friend's brother's cousin's sorority sister's Twitter page open when I noticed an odd trending topic: "If I Ate The Pwussy Would U Tell Yo Homegirls????" Four question marks and all.
I know that the power in a relationship falls under the person who cares the least…and as awful as it sounds, I’ve grown to hate being the person who cares the most.
#glowing is similar to #planking – it’s a fun summer photo fad that came out of nowhere and probably won’t make it to July.
Yes, longevity looks good on anyone’s résumé, especially if you get promoted. But if your job feels more like a jail cell – a situation with no escape – then it’s probably time to move on.
Though I’m admittedly biased, this year’s crop of speeches were pretty good. There’s one that slipped under our radar, though: John Legend’s.
I don’t know about y’all, but “Reading Rainbow” set the precedent for my love of literature early on.
A few days after our date, Big Kid asked me for a picture. Not a smizing selfie or even an Instagram screenshot, but a photo. Of the dirty variety.