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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.
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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. By Hannah Henriques For Spring Break this year I went to Florida with my daughter, my parents, and most of my siblings. We spent a week with my grandparents and two glorious days at Universal in Orlando Florida, pampering ourselves and seeing and doing everything we possibly could.
Without my parents’ help, I would not have been able to go on such a grand adventure. But I hope when my daughter is a little older I will be financially stable enough to take her somewhere like Disney World without the nagging feeling that I’m spending too much money. That being said, there are a lot of articles out there on how to budget for big trips and vacations. You can penny pinch doing anything from camping in the mountains to backpacking across Europe. But today I’m going to take the unpopular route and give you some tips on how to splurge the right way, and feel like a queen at Universal Studios. So maybe someday you can save up enough money or get that killer promotion in order to treat yo’self. 1. Stay in a themed hotel: By Melissa Moon I will never forget the first time I realized I had a Resting Bitch Face (RBF). I was a senior in high school and performing in our high school’s Christmas concert. About halfway through the concert, one of my best guy friends had the opportunity to perform a solo. He was/is an incredible singer and I was completely thrilled for him! My precious father decided to record the concert and despite the fact that I was not singing in that moment, decided to pan over to me. (Parents, right?) So there's my dad, unassumingly panning the camera to catch my reaction to my friend's solo. On the inside, I am dying of happiness. He is killing it and he sounds like an actual angel! It didn’t even cross my mind that my face wasn’t conveying those thoughts and emotions. However, much to my surprise, when the camera landed on me, I looked like I wanted to rip his vocal chords out of his throat. I was straight up glaring at him! Anyone who was looking at me would have thought, ‘Wow! This girl legitimately hates this guy with a burning, fiery passion.’ UGHHHH IT'S NOT TRUE! THAT'S JUST MY FACE!"
I'm Probably Not Coming. The story of my 'party anxiety.' By Kiley Shuffett Illustrated by Kiley I don't fancy myself an insecure person. I don't usually want what others have unless you're holding a brownie or a poppyseed bagel...then, I very much want what you have. Overall, I would say I'm extremely comfortable with who I am and what I bring to the table. Put me in front of an audience of hundreds...I will be fine. Make me play piano on the spot when I haven't practiced in weeks....okay, I'm pretty nervous, but I will be fine. Invite me to a party..."Ummm, yeah I don't think I can go. I have a thing that I must do and also, I have to get up early tomorrow."
Yes, I've definitely used this line on you (*you know exactly who you are). I'm so sorry. I swear it's not you, it's me. I would not put this on the internet for the entire world to see if it were not absolutely true. There is just something about fun, late-night outings that make me want to crawl in a hole. For now, I have no explanation. But someday, I hope to change the title of this piece to: This Is An Awesome Party, I'm So Glad I Came! Featuring Mandy Tornstrom *Sprinkled with awkward girl .gifs* I have always been the “awkward girl”. Now some people that know me will read this and say, “Mandy? Awkward? I don’t think so!” I think that is because those people know me from college and work, and see me as the beautiful, blossomed and matured flower that I am now… (Or, maybe they totally agree with my awkwardness statement and I think they don’t, thus confirming my “gift, but a curse” awkwardness.)
I think the pique of my awkwardness happened at the blossoming and ripe old age of 12. Mmmmm…. 7th grade. Just a delicious age of hormones, drama, and note writing. Oh, the note writing! I am actually a little upset that I have forgotten all the ornate ways that one can fold a stupid piece of paper that holds the ever important: Math iz totally B O R I N G Can’t wait for 2nite. Do u really think Michael is gunna call you? Lol LYLAS! Mands |
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