This birthday biddie was charged $362 for a 20 minute ride, so, she did what any good millennial would do, and crowdsourced it.
DO drink more water than you think you need, or want. Just keep chugging.
These are the unlikely cities more and more college grads are choosing.
Sometimes, you’re the person stepping on that satisfying, crunchy fall leaf. Sometimes, you’re the crunchy leaf. That’s life, I’ve decided...
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.
My name is J and I’m an online shopaholic.I love the mall. Actually no, I love shopping. I...
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.
I have fully accepted and embraced my basic bitch-ness which means, yes, I totally have a Pinterest wedding board. How else will I remind my 25 year old self that I wanted either a glamorous black-tie affair OR a cool vintage-inspired wedding at a barn. I mean, Pinterest basically made barn weddings cool.
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.
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 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.