There are all these lists of college subjects you might have foolishly majored in that will eventually lead to your starvation in a gutter. The ten majors that will cause you to starve the fastest! T...
(I’m not sure how many times I will have to write about bikinis before I am done. It might be a hundred. It might be more. For that, I’m sorry in advance.) I don’t want to write about bikinis. I want...
Bear snuggled against me, wrapping his arms around me. “I love how soft you are,” he said. This is one of two compliments I get from him on a daily basis. The other is, “I love how ...
I love giving stuff away. I also like sharing food. I am that person who will always have a sip of your drink when you politely offer, and will always try your dinner, when you so much as hint at it ...
I am a writer now, but when I was a little girl, I thought I would grow up to be a painter. After all, I painted nearly every day. And when I wasn’t painting, I was drawing. Mostly princesses. Someti...
I like to stand out. I like to be different. Writing the buzz cut piece reminded me. Well, getting the buzz cut reminded me. And then writing about it. For me, everything is two-pronged: the doing an...
Bear and I decided to get our hair buzzed together. It was his idea. He went first, and came out looking like summer. Then I sat down in the chair. “Buzz it,” I told the elegant French st...
For the longest time, I have only had one guy friend. And I used to date him, in college. Which complicates things. It makes Bear uncomfortable. It makes me uncomfortable, too. Not the him being my f...
There it is. (source) The latest in the “mommy wars.” Because everything is a war these days, it seems. Yesterday, we were talking about the “war on obesity.” I even heard tha...
It is not totally rare that I am moved to tears, but this time it was for a good reason. I was standing in a sleek little gallery on the Lower East Side, music beating in the background, as I looked ...
I was eleven. I was at a slumber party. Remember those? It was for my friend Amy’s birthday. She’d invited a bunch of girls over, and there were going to be games and punch and cookies an...
I look a lot like my mom. At least, that’s what everyone says. I don’t really see it. (my dad, mom, one of my brother, and me. I am holding a lot of stuff, for some reason) Classic daught...
This is a guest post from Anna Sansom. We met on Twitter. That happens sometimes, in this crazy new world. I really liked her blog, and I asked her to write this post. This is Anna: Here’s what...
This piece also appears on HuffPost I took my body for a walk. It was wearing a long white dress that clung up top and on the butt and then stretched for the ground, slinging itself over the o...
Last year, we moved to Brooklyn. And practically every my-age person in the city said, “Well, yeah, of course you did!” We settled in. But not enough. I know, because last night, Bear and...
A therapist once said a really helpful thing to me. She said, “Even if you stop thinking negatively, you’ll still succeed.” She was talking about my grades, in college. I think it w...
My best title ever, right? I don’t think I can naturally “pull it off.” I almost never have the things that magazines say you’re supposed to have when you do anything I want t...
There aren’t that many articles about how to work on your relationship with your brother. There are all these articles about making things work with your romantic partner. Are things falling ap...
I want to be a woman who doesn’t care. One of those women who doesn’t notice. A woman who doesn’t pay attention to girly stuff. To the stuff that women are supposed to care about. I saw Marissa Mayer...
Note: To the commenters who recommended “ear planes” to me, when I was sick and traveling last week and my ears were being destroyed by being on a plane, THANK YOU. I found some, in Amste...
This is a guest post from Fraylie. I love the way she writes, which is why I have her on here so often. Last week, my roommate, Jessica, and I sat in a Union Square coffee shop while donning two newl...
I used to wonder what women meant when they talked about needing beauty sleep and described looking worn and tired in the morning and the evening and while traveling and before putting on makeup and ...
This is not how it’s supposed to go. I am supposed to be having a fabulous time. I am supposed to be hiking very close to, if not in, the majestic Alps. But the Alps weren’t interested. They pulled t...
I was late to yoga, and when I walked in, carrying too many things, everyone was already on their mats. Yoga is still really new for me. It still feels awkward and difficult, and I’m still at t...
I have a history of being jealous. It’s not the sort of thing that’s cool to admit. Because jealousy is really petty and everyone knows it. Also, everyone knows it means you’re inse...
I read this piece about time. It was by a girl who has cancer. She writes about her new relationship with time, since her diagnoses, and as she waits for the bone marrow transplant that will either b...
I am twenty-six and living in New York City. From everything I’ve heard and read, this means that I should have already acquired some of the closest friends of my life. There are plenty of othe...
Earlier, I had worn this very sexy outfit. A short, electric blue dress with leggings and high heeled boots. Big gold hoops. Oh, how I love big gold hoops. I will never have refined taste. But sexy—I...
Bear and I were having a disagreement. I thought he was being ridiculous. I thought he was reacting disproportionately. He was getting so upset over nothing. He was hurt over something that didn̵...
This is so incredibly awkward. I just typed a sentence and backspaced it. Typed it again. Backspaced. Now you know I’m on a PC. What is with the Mac not having a backspace key? Does anyone know...
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