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By Faina Matveeva Good afternoon readers—and happy new year! I hope you’re just as excited for what 2015 holds in store as I am. This year will definitely be one of new projects for me, starting with Girl-ish. I’m very excited to start 'Adult Status' and wanted to give you all a little of information about the series. When I first started college and moved away from home, I realized quickly that I didn’t know the first thing about being an adult; I didn’t know anything about investments or taxes, I had never made a resume that I could use, and I couldn’t even cook something as simple as rice! I wish that I had had a resource that provided a few tips and hacks to make living on my own just a little bit easier and I hope that Adult Status will turn into that for you. I want to provide a few words in this corner of the interweb that you can skim through if you need a quick recipe, a tip for a job interview, secret ways to save on heat in the winter, some places to turn to for free tax consultation, or anything else that falls under the umbrella term “adult.” Hopefully you’ll be able to take these tidbits and apply them to your own life.
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By Janessa Berlanga In my circle of friends, I have a small New Year’s tradition; I say “I have” because I’m not sure the others have really realized what I’ve been doing for the past few years, or, if they have, then they’ve simply chosen to not be active participants. Which is is cool because I started this tradition as a way for me personally to remember and be thankful for the friendships that exist in my life. What I like to do in the weeks leading up to New Year’s Eve is reflect on the moments I was able to share with each of my friends whether in person or via facetime, skype, and what-not. Then, on New Year’s Eve I tell them about my “favourite memory of the past year with (them)”, and wish them many more good times in the year to come. Usually I’ll do this with an email or facebook or text message and sometimes a few of them will respond with “I remember that, too! Happy New Year friend!” And sometimes, my message with will get lost in the flood of Happy New Year’s texts, and I won’t hear back for a while, but that doesn’t bother me so much. I don’t do this just so I could I get a text back, I do it to let my friends know that I miss them and I treasure whatever time we’ve spent together. By Valerie Frost If you’re a child of the nineties, chances are you’ve been somewhat brainwashed by the Disney machine. I took the bait hook, line and sinker- I watched Hercules on the reg and fantasized about my future life with a Greek god. During that time of my life, it’s safe to say that at least a good 20% of my mental energy was focused on obtaining this imaginary man. I knew exactly what he looked like (Michelangelo’s statue of David) and I drew his profile so fantastically that I printed it on a shirt and wore it around. Needless to say, boyfriend after boyfriend failed to live up to my ridiculous standards. During my sophomore year of college, I was beginning to grow out of my Hercules phase and started to move into an Aladdin stage. It was during this time that I met an Afghan man named Al (yes, I know that that Aladdin was Arabian but I’m willing to suspend disbelief). He was beautiful and brilliant and I fell in love with his kind soul. Everything was perfect...until I discovered that Al wasn’t perfect. By Christie Gleason About a year ago, a friend told me about Tinder and all it’s entertaining, hilarious glory. Cute boys with a swipe of a finger? Don’t mind if I do! As I began to check out the Tinder scene, I realized two things: 1. Sociologists need to get on Tinder STAT. As I've interacted with a few people on the app, I have come to realize that it has strong potential to be the greatest social experiment of all time. 2. The guys are shockingly similar. Now, I’m not saying that they are all the same. Tinder features men of all races, religions, ages, and heights (they’ll be sure to include that in their little info section, even if they’re under six foot). What I AM saying is that there is a pattern to how these guys speak to you and what they’re looking for. Based on my experiences and what I've been told by others, I feel like I summed it up pretty well with the following ten: 1. The Excessively Complimentary Guy
“I love your eyes.” “Wow, you have a beautiful smile.” “You’re gorgeous!” The EC Guy will work any and all compliments into the conversation at least five times within the first five minutes. Yeah, it’s flattering but be aware: he’s also sweet talking every girl on Tinder, hoping to get into ANYONE’S pants. By Alyssa Miles Photo by Allison Maggard Photography “You not allowed to be a Disney Princess for Halloween because it isn’t actually dressing up for you.”
My sister shot down another Halloween costume idea. She’s right though--generally I’m a super happy person with the kind of optimism that makes it very clear that bluebirds help me get dressed in the morning. I believe we control our own happiness and that it’s a decision to go through life highlighting the positive and fighting through the negative. It’s one of those things that I really like about myself. Maybe you’re the same way. A cheery disposition and a desire for happiness does not keep out all the dark days. In the wake of an upcoming new year filled with possibilities and dreams, I’m finding myself feeling restless. By Amanda Paschal Tis the season, ladies … It’s the season to be jolly, to eat way too many sweets, spend time with loved ones, and shop till you drop. I hope you’re not keeping track because this is now my third post dedicated to something Christmas-related. I love absolutely everything about this time of the year (I’ll even put up with the cold weather), but you know what takes the Christmas season to a whole new level? CHRISTMAS IN NEW YORK CITY. Nothing combines my two loves more than that. In honor of that great love, here’s a little taste of the magic:
Christmas Trees are literally everywhere. What more could you want? Here’s a few of the more iconic ones. By Claire FitzSimmonds Photo by Claire FitzSimmonds Lately there’s a flurry of Buzzfeed posts about how your 20s are the best years of your life, no, wait, your 30s! I don’t think we should assume that any particular set of years will be the best years of our lives, but I do know I’ve learned a hell of a lot in my 20s. Something pretty huge stands out every year. 20
I learned to stop obsessing over guys. Either someday I’d get a boyfriend and we’d break up and get back together and then either break up again or else get married or I would be single forever, and neither of these options was really that big of a deal. I deleted my Facebook over Christmas break so I wouldn’t stalk my crush. I had better stuff to do. Like have a webcam photo-shoot with my brother or bicycle leg wars with my sister or watch the Disney Channel for hours. 20 was an independent year. Written and Illustrated by Valerie Frost I know that my family and my husband love me unconditionally and I try not to test that belief too frequently but when I do, I really go all out. Most recently, I managed to ruin a 2 day camping relationship revival, four hours worth of gas, and precious free-time, and I destroyed whatever illusion of grandeur I had in the process. I was at my worst but it wasn't enough to destroy any relationships. In fact, it made them just a thread stronger. I requested the weekend off so my husband, Al, and I could go camping at Kentucky's Red River Gorge. We have been married for a year, but recently have spent very little quality time together. I was feeling a bit anxious about the loss of 'love-ness' in our relationship and was looking for an opportunity to soak up as much of Al’s presence as possible. What better way to do that than to trap him in the wilderness with nothing or no one to distract him but me! I expected it to be an unimaginably romantic weekend; just the two of us and our dog enjoying the wilderness and each other. I should know better than to have such high expectations.
By Claire FitzSimmonds Every year, roundabout November, I start thinking about Christmas gifts. I’m not that girl that buys a present for all 17 of her best friends forever, every single co-worker and the postman, but it’s important to me that I get my family thoughtful gifts that they’ll genuinely enjoy. Pair an obsession with originality with an astonishing cheapness and you’ll get my shopping experience. Some years it takes weeks and I go to the mall six times. It’s not easy but it’s worth it. This isn’t a gift giving guide. I can’t tell you what to buy your dad because I don’t know him. But I bet I can tell you what not to give him. These gifts are overdone. And honestly not that great to begin with.
By Jessica Tincher *Partly Featured from her blog, Rose Colored Glasses* As if being 24 wasn’t awkward enough, I just got dumped. And by “just,” I really mean 4 months ago (yikes). And by “4 months ago,” I am kindly excluding the entire month where he literally ran away to avoid the one line breakup conversation that he delivered after 3 years of being in a happy relationship together. And when I said “3 years of being in a happy relationship together,” I was including the first year that really wasn’t that great, because the other two really really were. Our 2-year Anniversrary
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