As a guy, I don’t get catcalling. I’ve never felt the need to do it. You know why? Because I know that shouting out something to a complete stranger in public isn’t going to get me laid.
Here’s a rule: only feel sorry for yourself one day of that week. The rest, find that inner wonder woman and press on.
Your mother may have taught you never to judge a book by its cover, but the fact remains. People will make assumptions about you based on the kind of first impression you make.
The President was flirting with her so what does she do? She takes off her blazer and lifts up her shirt to reveal her high riding thong underwear. This chick was a boss.
My mom was the women who taught me how to curse like a sailor.
No, really, this is a thing that happened.
It took about 22 years, nine months and 34 seconds through a Burger King drive-thru for me to turn into my mother.
NYU students have NYC as their campus, go to bars and clubs instead of frat parties, make fun of school spirit and take fashion a little too seriously sometimes.
Zac Efron, Skid Row's most beautiful spokesman, has won my heart yet again.
If someone has told me a few years ago that I'd be writing my dissertation on graphic memoirs and obsessively filling my bookshelves with books with more pictures than words, I wouldn't have believed you. But here we are.
As long as I've lived, I've been told that women have a sixth sense. It's like our boobs can always tell when it's going to rain.
They say you've gotta know the rules if you want to break them, so break these rules at your own risk (and know that you may get judged/earn some dirty looks from the bride).
When you have a good cup of coffee at the start of the day you're glad to be alive. When you have a bad cup of coffee humanity can evaporate into a black hole of nothingness because what even is life anymore?
She taught me enough so that I knew I could survive on my own, so that I didn't need her, but showed me that if I ever did, she would be there.