I was listening to Pandora on a long walk yesterday and a Rascal Flatts song came on called 'Things That Matter, Things That Don’t.' Despite its in-depth cheesiness and the fact I was getting my period that day, it rang so true in my mind. Let’s reflect.
It's more than wing-tipped eyeliner and red lipstick, it's a way of life.
These rules this week are coming to you fondly from two girls after a few glasses of wine, a long day at work, and in the small, messy kitchen of my apartment.
We sat down with Career Contessa to pick her brain on the best ways to arm yourself for the job hunt. What she shared with us was innovative and inspiring.
Grab your laptop and pizza bagels.
Are you more likely to get into Harvard than find a guy who's worth your while? It's possible the issue isn't with you or the men you attract (although that still a very feasible explanation) but more so of where you live.
Monday? What Monday? It's Saturday afternoon at the beach.
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 .
I read something the other day that really resonated with me. Okay, it was a tweet – either way, it was inspirational: Tell more people exactly what you feel.
Contrary to what your friends who want to be investment bankers or doctors or whatever say, working in fashion is not just a glamorous cakewalk, nor is it a 'dumb girl job.' In fact, you've got to be super savvy, creative, hard-working, intelligent and driven to make it in this industry.
“Like a girl” translates to doing something feebly and half-heartedly…and not as well as a man.
The men of Twitter are STILL in a tizzy about their rights…or the rights that they think they should have.
Travel is the only thing you purchase that makes you richer in the end. Travel makes you appreciate home and it’s one of the only times in life where the term “get lost” makes you feel an adventurous comfort.
There are no more classes, no more learning, no more looming deadlines. After you have many, many celebratory drinks, what is there to do?
I guess we’re all just damned if we do and damned if we don’t.
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’s physically impossible to be everyone’s therapist and saint. I’m not going to make everyone feel like a the Beyonce-rule-the-world all the time.
Here it is, that dreaded limbo period you’ve been dreading. School is done, but what comes next?
Nineties nostalgia is one helluva drug.
Do you know your goal line from your goal kick?
My life dream is (and has been forever) to write a novel and track my book tour on Instagram. It hasn’t happened yet and it seems far away, like a little teeny pin of light in a very long tunnel….but it still seems so accessible.
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.