These are the unlikely cities more and more college grads are choosing.
That's why they call workin' it work, ladies.
These 24 cute coffee mugs say exactly what you would if you had the energy.
Sometimes, you’re the person stepping on that satisfying, crunchy fall leaf. Sometimes, you’re the crunchy leaf. That’s life, I’ve decided this week; and at current,...
I learned a lot of things in college about my looming professional life. Dress nicely, own a pencil skirt, don’t wear open-toed shoes, have a firm handshake, stop drinking so much on Thursdays, dye your hair every once in a while, write ‘thank you’ letters, have a unique and buttoned-up resume. BLAH.
When I was 18, I had totally different expectations for myself at 27. Then again, I drank cheap vodka and didn't wear sunscreen at 18, so I was a dumb idiot.
In New York, I decided I hate materialistic people, people in general (most of the time), staying out too late, spending $20 to get into a club, the hierarchy of Le Bain on a Saturday night, how frumpy/clumsy NYC makes me feel and how I feel constantly overwhelmed and on sensory-overload.
There are few shames more mildly embarrassing, moderately irritating, and sadly prevalent in today's day and age than the shame that is moving back in with your parents, post-college.
These are the things that matter to me: experiencing things, going on a random adventure and taking big moments and turning them into whimsical memories.
We can take a lesson from Joan Rivers -- to become humans brave enough to say innate and sometimes crude and inappropriate things. Her hilarity made her genuine. Her humor brought her to the present moment and made her stronger.
What happens after this year, when you’re in the real world, and you can’t quite party 4 nights a week, and you have to pay bills, and all those years of people asking what you want to be when you grow up become actual in your face real life issues?
I can’t believe I “try” and give you all advice every week in these Twenty-Something Rules articles. I’m kind of a moron sometimes, and I definitely go to my mother once a week crying about how stupid I am for saying something ridiculous or for being overly dramatic.
I am taking these to the grave.
I know it sounds crazy that there's a huge fashion scene in Omaha, Neb., but there is. In fact, it's the nation's fifth largest fashion event. Only New York, Las Angeles, Miami and Dallas have more of a turn out to their respective fashion weeks, and I was there all week.
I had an interesting week. AKA, I cried into a Strawberry Shortcake Popsicle in the broad daylight of my apartment on a weekday. It’s whatever.
I am naming my kid "DinoWolf."
Stop saying we don't have all the facts, we have plenty of facts and they paint one clear picture.
Funny story: Last weekend, my best girlfriend, boyfriend and his best guy friend decided it would be a SUPER cool idea to break into a pool. Like my public apartment outdoor pool that locks at 9:30pm.
I can't sleep in, I can't just blow off responsibilities, and I can't spend days binge-watching TV anymore. I don't feel like an adult yet, but I'm in an adult world. I don't know if I'm ready.
Life can be a shit sandwich. Accept it and move forward.
I am willing to bet $100 you are actively worrying about something right now. And I will bet $100 more dollars what you’re worrying about is not worth it.
Let freeeeeeeedom ring!
When I was in fifth grade, I thought 27 was ANCIENT. When I was with my boyfriend’s little cousin the other week, she said 27 was old; her teacher is 27.
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.