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By Lena Walsh This time honored question has plagued the great philosophers of the centuries as THE topic for their discussions since the beginning of humankind (and if not, then I’m sure they were thinking about it!). I am a strong follower of the Yes They Can! Camp but I will never leave my sentiments at that because this issue- as all good debates in life should be- is not black and white, but everything in between.
I am a red-blooded straight woman who also happens to count many straight males as friends. One in particular does stand out--for the purposes of discussion let’s call him Man X--and this seriously complicates my understanding of men and women as friends. Let me begin with the fact that I love being such great friends with men, Man X in particular.
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Over the years, I’ve had the chance to visit New York City a number of times thanks to my aunt and sister who live there. To be honest, I couldn’t imagine ever loving the city when I first visited as a child. Even though I had grown up in cities like Seoul and Hong Kong, I found New York City to be too chaotic! After spending a few weekends and finally a whole summer in the city, I fell in love.
Although I enjoy trying new restaurants, I often times find myself returning to my favorite spots a little more often than I should be. So without further adieu, here are five of my favorite dining spots in downtown Manhattan. By Jessica Tincher of Rose Colored Glasses Thanks, sassy fortune cookie. I have had a lot of jobs in my day, and probably half of them were unpaid internships. The oddest internship that was ever offered to me was a summer research job studying cranberries with my Sri Lankan Plants, Soils and People professor… I respectfully declined.
The runner-up for oddest internship that I was ever offered was for a ‘comparative cognition’ psychology lab that my super cool Brain and Behavior professor worked in, and I actually took that one. To translate, the lab researched the way that dogs process information so that it can be compared to humans. Further translation, they play games on a computer to get treats. I’m NOT an animal person. At all. So taking that internship was a real testament both to how cool that professor was, and how badly I wanted a letter of recommendation for graduate school. [There is a reason that I am telling you all of this, there is. And it has to do with breakups, promise]. From this quirky little internship I picked up a catch-phrase that has stayed with me and greatly influenced both my interpersonal interactions and style as a therapist. It is what I was taught to say to dogs when they made an incorrect choice on their computer game, therefore passing up an opportunity for a treat. The phrase? THAT IS UNFORTUNATE. By Valerie Frost I was a Sims addict between the ages of 11 and 15. There was a phase when I turned down several of my friends’ invites saying, “Sorry man, I’ve been thinking about The Sims all day, I’ve just got to go play it.” It was the perfect game for me: I would spend hours making mostly versions of myself with various future husbands, along with Sims versions of my friends and family so they could interact with me in the game. I didn’t spend much time playing as other people, but created them only to be in the lives of the Val Sim. Besides designing the characters to look as similar to their real-life counterparts as possible, I spent the majority of my Sim time creating houses and furnishing them. I usually spent just enough time playing to make my characters fall in love and “woo -hoo.” Since I used cheats to acquire unlimited Sims currency, money was no object. Their objective was to be happy and in love. I wanted all of their “needs” bars to be completely lit up and their relationship to be at 100% with a smiley face and a heart.
Featuring Pauline Feo Disclaimer: This post may or may not shatter your dreams of coming to New York and having the job/ apartment/life you’ve always wished for and have so repetitively seen in movies and TV. But it may also give you some insight and realistic expectations in case you do decide to live here, so it might not be too bad to read it after all…
I should start by saying I’m not a native New Yorker and in fact I haven’t actually lived here for too long, but my soul has belonged to this incomparable city for longer than I can remember. Growing up in Brazil, I’d always known I would end up in the Big Apple at some point in life, though I had no way of foreseeing the circumstances which would lead me here. By Kiley Shuffett I get so excited for "Girl On The Move" each month at Girl-ish, because this series is so fun and enlightening. Each month, we highlight someone who stands out to us as being an especially ambitious and inspiring female, 'on the move' in the world. This month, I chose Hannah Ellis, my childhood friend and fellow UK alum (Go Cats!), because of her talents, yes, but mostly because she kicks ass. Photo by Heather LeRoy
Or what a young man, utterly without life, being cut open and placed into a plastic black bag, teaches us about living our own lives to the very fullness. Plastic black bags optional. By: Cassandra Ernst *WARNING: Due to the graphic nature of this piece, it isn't for all audiences. Cassandra explains, in great detail, how an autopsy is performed. The mantra repeats inside my mind. Maybe you’ve heard the phrase once or twice . . I see dead people.
Of course, in my case, it isn’t ghosts that I’m seeing. No, against my better judgment, I agree to take one of my mentees to see an autopsy at the coroner’s office. I blame CSI. Now an entire generation of youth are convinced that they want to be crime scene investigators and I get to reap the benefits. Featuring Rachel Kim of rkimEATS Up until the age of 20, I only ate meat, bread and dairy and an apple here and there. Following a summer and one school year with two incredible chefs, my aunt and my Italian host mother, I learned that it was worth trying new and healthy foods like eggplant and raspberries. After 22 years of traveling all over the world and living in six different cities, my favorite place on earth is still Southern California, specifically Venice Beach. When I think of Venice, I think of warm afternoons and cool mornings, biking along the boardwalk, walking to the Farmer’s Market and best of all, eating amazing food. Venice Beach, in particular, is known for health conscious, fitness loving, relaxed locals and thus you can imagine that fresh and seasonal ingredients are of utmost importance! I discovered Another Kind of Sunrise (AKOS), while scrolling through Venice Instagram users.
By Lyndsay Rogers Nomadic lifestyles take a toll, something I have only recently discovered. As I sat reflecting for this piece, I realized that I have moved six times in the past three years. Not only have I moved around a lot, but in these three years I have conquered many milestones in the world of moving. I was the single girl in my twenties, living in my first apartment with my friend. I was the girl who moved to another country (which is scary enough) to live in my first dorm. I was the girl who moved to live in my first house with roommates. I was the girl to share their first apartment with her boyfriend. Now, I am the girl who has moved back home with her Dad and brother. The amount of times I have moved and the many different firsts I have experienced in this short amount of time happen for most people over the course of a decade. Moving so often means many goodbyes, stress when learning how to adapt, and realizing more about yourself than ever before. So, in an effort to spread my wisdom (if you want to call it wisdom) to those in need of advice for how to stay sane in the wake of packing their bags for the billionth time, I decided to compile a ‘do’s and don’ts’ for all the wanderers out there who need help transitioning into their new home and frame of mind.
By Shelby Meehleder If you’ve read any sort of health blogs in the last few years, you’ve heard about the massive cultural obsession with juice cleanses. The basic principle is that you drink only certain juice concoctions (lemon juice and cayenne pepper, anyone?), and it flushes the toxins out of your body, serving as a sort of “reboot” for your digestive system. This summer I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and try a juice cleanse. I spent approximately $43 on 3 days worth of cold-pressed juices, and about 6 hours into the first day I broke down and ate half of a pizza. As much as I wish I had the determination to drink only gag-inducing health sap for a week, I just don’t think I ever will.
My short-lived dabble into the world of juice cleanses got me thinking about all of the other toxic things I wish I could rid from my life, specifically certain friendships. Quick confession time: I don’t have many friends. I’ve lived in 3 different states in the last 6 years, been a full-time student and part-time employee throughout my entire college career, and I’ve been in a serious relationship for 3 years with a military man whose job has us living way out in Colorado, thousands of miles away from everyone I know. This has made any prospect of finding (and especially keeping) new friendships nearly impossible. |
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