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What Women Want On Their Birthday

“Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to Asylum’s token giiiiirl … Happy birthday to me!”

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Girl Talk: I Love Celebrating My Birthday Alone

I have big plans for my birthday this month. BIG ones. Wanna hear them? OK, I’m gonna sit at home in my pajamas, eat chocolate cake, and watch reruns of “The Gilmore Girls.”

I love celebrating my birthday solo. Partly it’s because I’m shy. The last thing I’d want is the waitstaff at Chili’s to sing me a rousing “For She’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” or for my loved ones to jump out at me from behind furniture, then wait for me to say a few witty, well-chosen words. I’m like my father, who wanted nothing for his 70th birthday — an important one in Chinese culture — except a nice meal with his family. But people don’t understand this. Keep reading »

The Good Wife: Making His Birthday Special

So, today is a big day in my household. It’s my husband’s 40th birthday! He took the day off from work and is relaxing around the apartment while I do some Frisky writing, but I plan to take him out for lunch a little later and then this evening we’re having dinner with his fam-damily. About a year ago I started thinking about what I could do to make this milestone birthday a special one for Drew. I mean, this is a big one, so it’s not like I could just give him a beej and call it a day. No, a 40th birthday calls for a little extra, and since I wasn’t about to sign up for a threesome, like this women did for her husband’s 40th, I had to think of something else. Keep reading »

Girl Talk: Going To Las Vegas For My 21st Birthday … With My Dad

When I was about 10 years old, my dad made me promise that—as soon as I turned 21—the two of us would go on a father/daughter trip to Las Vegas. The pact stipulated that it would be just him and me making our way to Sin City—it would not include any kind of boyfriend, or buddy, and certainly not my mother. At the time, 21 seemed like fiction to me. I was still figuring out multiplication tables and it was hard to think a decade ahead to a time when I would no longer be belabored by math and old enough to drink and gamble as well. But at the same time, even at 10, I understood my father was serious, and that a large amount of trust was being entwined in this promise. Keep reading »

What’s So Special About Being 17?

I just turned 21, and to me that is the climax of birthday celebrations. I am now legally allowed to do almost anything in the United States—except rent a car, for some reason. The landmarks and rites of passage of adolescence have all been crossed out and I am now in the bright, glaring headlights of adulthood. And that is scary. As I look back at the past 20 years, I remember all the major life events: Disney World, learning to ride a bike, first kiss, prom, high school spring break, welcome week of college. I have waved my arms above my head and gone “Woooooo!” through all of these essential life events, and now I am left with my hands in my pockets wondering what to do next. Like many people I find the best way to deal is to procrastinate, and one easy way to do this is to just dote on the past and obsess over what part of life I would like to go back to. For some reason, I keep going back to junior year of high school, when I was 17. And I don’t seem to be the only one. Keep reading »

29 Things You’re Too Old For As Of Your 29th Birthday

One of the biggest time sucks on the internet for me, besides reading “Lost” theories and playing online Scrabble, is reading dating columnist and “lifecaster” Julia Allison’s blog, as well as the blog that mocks her mercilessly, Reblogging NonSociety. I have no excuse; I just find the whole thing entertaining and hilarious, and it’s not like I’ve managed to quit reality TV or my bronzer addiction either. Anyway, this past weekend Julia celebrated her 29th year on Earth by having her second annual Bicoastal Birthday Bash, in which she and a friend celebrate their birthdays to the XXXTREME on both coasts. (You know who isn’t celebrating? Mother Earth! Nice carbon footprint, right?) We’re talking cupcakes, costumes, balloons, presents, brunches, dinners, and lots, and lots, and lots of photos. In short, I am pretty sure Julia celebrated her 29th birthday with more self-obsessed gusto than all my birthdays combined. Which got me thinking — aren’t there some things you are just too old to be doing at the ripe ol’ age of 29? I’m 30, so maybe my extra year of wisdom makes it possible for me to see this, but there are at least 29 things every woman is too old for as of her 29th birthday. Check ‘em out, after the jump … Keep reading »

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