Face it, fellow millennials: we kind of suck.
Our generation is constantly being studied, dissected, and labeled by those before us.
Please don't send me to the post office.
Leaving college and entering the real world is scary.
Oh, middle school — how I definitely do not miss those days. The mean girls, the urge to fit in,...
Both rush and networking can be kind of the worst, but it's what they lead to that matters.
Every confident girl eats, drinks, and talks about kale.
2. "NCMO" In college it means: Non-committal make out. Post-grad it means: The same thing, but kind of sad.
I can't help but wonder if someday we're going to communicate exclusively in emojis, with no words necessary.
A large stuffed animal sitting with you would draw more attention to you, not less. It's the proverbial elephant in the room, only it's more of a hippopotamus.
Save yourself -- if you check a few of these off, let’s practice putting them to an end now.
5. The fact that a wooden popsicle stick was the host of a TV show.
You could skip voting this year, but is it worth disappointing Leslie Knope?
Whether you go to Starbucks to pick up a Venti Americano or a Salted Caramel Mocha, your Starbucks order says a LOT about who you are as a person.
I’m not one to bow to peer pressure or encourage you should always look at the odds. I am, however, the kind of person who thinks you should gather as much information as possible before making a major decision.
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.
Instagtram needs rules. Because some people are just ruining it for everybody else. Don't want to be one of those people? Just follow these commandments.
My name is J and I’m an online shopaholic. I love the mall. Actually no, I love shopping. I...
In this economy, with this job market, and with the rise of TV over books, people have a hard time understanding why anyone would possibly invest in an English degree...on purpose.
Are you a good bitch or a bad bitch? Just kidding, there’s only one kind of bitch to be: a bad bitch.
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.
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.
As the years go by, there are lessons you learn and things you perfect when it comes to being a woman. Problem is those lessons never stick, and you spend a good portion of your life relearning them.
Whether you prefer chocolate or vanilla, your favorite ice cream says a LOT about who you truly are.
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.
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.
The Mystery of Missing Out.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Some of you might be saying, "Balderdash!" To which I would say, "Hells bells, Trudy!"
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.
Yes, CBU is a religious school, but not just any religious school.
You have to find time to do the things that take a little time (run errands) AND the things that come effortlessly (five episodes of Parks and Rec in one sitting).