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"Millennials are killing..."
It's wine o'clock somewhere.
They don't even let us bring our avocado toast inside!
SO YOU CAN CHILL WITH THE THINK PIECES.
Gotta love science, am I right?
Young, broke love.
Bye, never leaving my apartment again.
The elevator doubles as a selfie booth...
No wonder other generations hate us.
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.