Not everyone can love, adore, brag endlessly to others about the amazingness of their job. It would be nice if we could, but to quote the great Mick Jagger: “You can’t always get what you want.” However, finding a job you love isn’t a complete impossibility. Sometimes it’s denial and the lies we tell ourselves that can stand the way of reaching that job. So snap out of it! Get with the program of moving on to a job that will satisfy you intellectually, mentally and financially. Remember: ‘Impossible’ is what other people tell themselves.
Here are a few things you don’t want to tell yourself if you want to evolve past that job you hate so much. Read more… Keep reading »
In high school, my sex ed was what you would call minimal. Since Texas firmly believes in abstinence-only education (which so doesn’t work – my high school had a day care program for crying out loud!), I consider myself very lucky that I had a very open-minded mother who taught me about sex. And now that I’m in college, by far my favorite class this semester is my human sexuality class where my professor is not only incredibly funny, but very insightful. All of this along with some personal experience leads me to the conclusion that, well, sex ed of all kinds suck.
Here’s what they should be teaching high schoolers in order to better prepare them. Read more… Keep reading »
Summer dating can be really romantic. Get a beer outdoors! Wear that sexy sundress! Show off your tan! It’s all fun and games until someone starts to sweat. And it will probably be you. At least in winter the worst you can do is shiver uncontrollably or slip on a patch of ice. I have done both and they have only served to make me more adorable to my dates. Sweating is not adorable in any way, shape, form. No man has ever complimented me on my shiny face, where my sweat tends to concentrate its attention. It’s gross. It’s the thing I dread happening most on a date. But when temperatures and humidity sky rocket, it’s inevitable. After the jump, some ways to combat your sweatiness on summer dates. Keep reading »
This week I’ve had a few reminders of the rules that exist for gay girls like me in American society. But because I’m an optimist, I’d like to look the bright side of things I can’t do in public. Keep reading »
Camp Keeyumah, a lush patch of woods in northern Pennsylvania, is where my entire family experienced “the best moments of their lives.” I’ve been hearing about their beloved Shangri-La since I was in diapers. My grandparents were head counselors there for 13 years and my mom “grew up there” as a camper and then a counselor. In fact, that’s where she met my dad, a counselor as well. They fell in love when they were 16 and 17, respectively. Yes, they’re still married. Isn’t it romantic? But the story doesn’t end there. Keep reading »