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By Amanda Paschal So you’ve got 48 hours in the big, Big Apple; so much to do in such little time. When I first moved to New York City, I remember my mom saying I would get lots of visitors- not necessarily people coming solely to visit me but people coming to visit the city and looking for a tour guide. I remember not quite understanding what she meant by that, but as time went on, I quickly understood exactly what she was saying. And let’s be real, what better backdrop could you ask for when catching up with old friends? Over time, I feel like I nailed down the art of showing off NYC to “first timers” in 24-48 hours, so I’ve put together this little guide to assist you. Perhaps you’re heading there soon and this can help you to see it all. My whole work life is about creating schedules, so no need to thank me for later this ;). (**note: this is a guide to seeing the major tourist attractions. A “locals” guide will later follow for those of you who have been there done that with everything below & are looking for something new ☺)
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By Jesse Powell As much as I think of myself as an over-sharer, it is hard for me to talk about my feelings most of the time. I hide this well, I’ve been told. Really I would rather not talk about what’s going on in my life. I know it’s not healthy to hold things in. We are still creating a culture that nurtures that side of us that wants to share, though. Sometimes it is so easy, and sometimes it is difficult.
But here we are, and I’m going to share my most painful experience with you. My father passed away on April 2, 2013 of complications due to injuries he sustained from being assaulted exactly a month before that. So March 2-April 2 is the worst month of the year for me. I go into hyper self-care mode. I have learned a lot about grief. You never really stop grieving, did you know that? Unfortunately I wasn’t taught this until I was already in the midst of grief. If you want to do yourself a huge favor, read up on grief, how to take care of yourself when experiencing it, and how you can be there for someone who is grieving. I will share a bit of course, but there is so much I can’t cover here. Featuring The Girl-ish Team Throughout our lives, we have countless "firsts." No matter the age or the occasion, firsts tend to be REALLY nerve-wracking. In our 20's, these firsts are commonly of the career variety. Either we've graduated and are awaiting the first day of a "big-girl" job in our chosen career field, we're nervously arriving at our first day of college or Graduate school or we are already working one job and having to take on another. No matter what, that first day can make or break your attitude about the task ahead.
I tend to be OVERLY apprehensive about the first day on a new job, and I know I'm not alone. Even though it always turns out to be (much) less painful than expected, imagine how much better we would feel going into the job, and how excited we might be to return for a second and third day if we didn't let our nerves take us prisoner?! I got together (over e-mail) with some of the Girl-ish Team and asked their tips on how to knock the **** out of those first-day jitters we all seem to experience. P.S. These tips are great for nerve-calming in any scenario! Featuring Casey Low of My Whole Sexy Life Dear Diary,
It’s been a long time. So just to update you, these are the guys I have gone on dates with in the past two years: -The guy who kept comparing me to his mother -The guy with no hobbies or interests or ideas or emotions apparently -The workaholic -The guy who tried to choke me -The guy who called me “Hotty Totty” and literally gave me the Gun Show -The guy who took me to meet his parents on the first date -The guy who kissed with his teeth -The guy who didn’t know you had to wash your butthole (WHAT?) (Also, how did we get on that subject?) -The guy I farted in front of As you can see, it’s been going well. By Claire FitzSimmonds My junior year of college, I got a Facebook message from someone I’d seen around but didn’t really know. Totally normal, right?
WRONG. This message was from the girl who lived in the apartment below me, informing me that my ‘loud walking’ (it ‘almost sounded like running’) was bothering her. Now, I admit I am a loud walker, always have been. My youngest brother used to wait till I’d finished coming down the stairs and then dash into the entranceway of our house, looking around frantically, asking everyone where the herd of elephants was. So yes. I’m a loud walker. I walk on the balls of my feet or something, or is it walking on the front of your feet that’s loud? I’ve never bothered to look into it because, hey, walking loud ain’t the worst thing in the world, right? WRONG. Apparently. I’m curious what you, faithful Girl-ish readers, would have done in this scenare. And I’m not too proud of what I did. And Other Consequences of My Sister's 21st Birthday By Alyssa Miles There has always been a picture in my head of what my journey to motherhood was going to be like. I am wearing a fabulous maternity dress, as Lilly Pulitzer has just decided to put out a maternity line, probably just for me. My husband and I are walking hand in hand down a row of adorable tiny outfits at a precious boutique so I can choose the perfect little seersucker dress to have monogramed or pint-sized blue gingham romper. After finding our items, we drive in our sensible family car to our house with a yard, where we put the finishing touches in our expertly coordinated nursery. Then I sip a mocktail and smile as my little baby kicks.
But this is real life. By Lyndsay Rogers Dear England, We have to take a break. I know that our relationship is past this high-school thing of ‘taking breaks’, but I literally can’t be with you anymore. I remember when we met back in 2011 and you captivated me in ways I genuinely didn’t understand. You inspired me. You let me explore so many different parts of you, that it literally became impossible to love only one single thing. I loved you from my first memory of you; the epileptic snapshots of a busy Manchester train station where we first met. It was cold and raining (so typical for you) but I had been dreaming of you for most of my life. And you were there. And I was with you, finally. Those first two weeks together I saw parts of you many natives haven’t even seen. From the top to the bottom, you showed me your rock fences scattered on the lush green expanses of Northern Yorkshire, some of histories’ oldest, nostalgic, and iconic sites from Bath to Northumberland to York to the Lake District, and the place that gives you the most pride: London. My preconceived, hollowed-out impression of you was filled by the wistful fantasies those two weeks supplied my memories with. I went stateside, but my soul stayed behind with you on that island. By Hannah Bennett Last year the #AskHerMore campaign really seemed to take off on social media around awards season. If you’re not familiar, the whole idea behind it was to stop asking women questions only about “who” they are wearing or how they balance work and family, and start asking them more in depth questions about their career, how they prepare for roles/performances, and so on, like they do the men. Maybe this movement was around before last year, but it seemed to really take fire then. Considering we just left awards season this year, and the #AskHerMore movement was in full swing on social media, I thought it would be a good time to look at feminism and sexism in the lives of women who aren’t Hollywood’s elite…
I don’t know if I had been too busy to think about how misogynistic and patriarchal our society is before, or what my deal was, but it’s been a glaringly obvious fact I had been overlooking for many years. This year, my third year of medical school, the overwhelming male dominance of my environment has truly had a profound impact on how I feel about our culture, my profession, and my goals. While in general, the medical community of physicians is becoming closer to 50% women, I’m not currently in an environment with a large population of women physicians. Thankfully, I have plenty of medical students with ovaries to share in my angst these last couple of years of school. By Alyssa Miles I took a sip of my third mimosa. My eggs benedict was gone and I was out of bacon. Then she looked across the table at me and said, "You wouldn't understand because you're married. How come you're married and I'm not?" It's a conversation that I'm used to, and yes, I know that when I say, "Don't worry. You'll meet your husband when you least expect it," you're rolling your eyes at me and muttering under your breath. I'm your annoying married friend who just doesn't get the struggle and has no helpful advice to share.
The truth is, dear single friend, that yes, I am incredibly happy that I've found the love of my life. It's a pretty amazing feat. But I'm not holding out on you--I have no advice to give on the subject, because 90% of the time I'm pretty sure I'm doing it wrong. I have just completed the first year of marriage and, because I'm oh-so gracious, I'm going to share with you the secrets of marriage. Yeah, that's right. Because I've been married a whole year and am wise beyond my years. No, actually, I just think that I'm horrific at relationships and am now acting like a sane individual. These are the biggest life lessons that I've learned this past year. By Beth Purvis Oh, you're unemployed? Me too! I recently moved overseas for my relationship and sort of went with no job in sight. I didn't have any interviews set up when I went and certainly no job offers. Since I have recently lived them, I give you the stages of being unemployed. Laugh, cry, and drink a bottle of cheap wine because unemployment is just one very big stage in life that everyone suffers through at some point. Stage One. You are elated to have unlimited time to yourself. Finally you can marathon Seinfeld and spend endless hours watching Kitchen Nightmares in your sweatpants. It's the good life!
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