If you asked me two weeks ago, I would have told you that it’s tacky to announce your engagement on Facebook. Facebook is where you discover drunken photos of last night’s debauchery. Where you read status updates on what Sam is having for lunch, the latest internet meme, or what John is listening to on… READ MORE »
After a four year hiatus from online dating, for a number of reasons, I was ready to give it a shot again. The most important being: I think you get out of things what you put into them, and my love life … well, let’s just say my effort level has been minimal at best. READ MORE »
Recently, Jools Oliver, wife of chef Jamie Oliver, and writer Samantha Brick both proudly declared that they check their husbands’ emails and phones regularly, and credit their successful marriages in part to such snooping. Oliver said that even though she monitors her husband’s email, phone and Twitter account, “He says I’m a jealous girl, but… READ MORE »
This piece by Jessie Lochrie was originally published on xoJane.com.
I can count the number of times I’ve had sex without condoms on one hand. This isn’t to brag about how I’m some model of safe sex — it’s because with the exception of a brief, two-week period, I have never been on birth control.
I’m… READ MORE »
“He smokes, which I find gross, but he’s planning to quit soon,” I complained to my roommate about Jason, the guy I’d been dating for about a month. “And did I tell you he doesn’t eat dinner? As in, he has no desire to eat past lunchtime. Weird, right? And he owns seersucker shorts –… READ MORE »
About a year ago, the ad agency I worked for let me go and while I looked for another job in advertising, I started babysitting to pay the bills. It was somewhat surprising to me how much I liked working as a babysitter: the hours are flexible, the pay is under the table, and you… READ MORE »
If you were to ask me about my favorite season, fashion-wise, I would always say fall. I would tell you how much I love the deep colors, the sumptuous layers, and the rich textures of wool, leather, and tweed. I love getting dressed up in glamorous coats and take-no-prisoners knee-high boots. I love seeing the… READ MORE »
During our senior year of high school in Texas, my friends and I often sat around and discussed sororities: which were the more “elite” sororities to join and which geeky Greek group to avoid. I was usually quiet during these discussions of sorority bashing and blasting. A year later, just watching my friends navigate the… READ MORE »
Surreal didn’t begin to explain my feelings when I saw my cleavage on the side of a New York City bus for the first time. I was in shock when I discovered more advertisements, larger than my Brooklyn apartment, plastered in every popular subway station. It was just beyond weird to be mindlessly flipping through… READ MORE »
No one does “judgmental” like my Mom.
“Sweetheart, I don’t understand. If you were building a real relationship with this boy, then why would one text message destroy it all?”
She didn’t get it. George and I had been friends in college. We’d recently re-connected years later in New York and… READ MORE »
To ensure my place as a “true Texan,” a jar of actual Lone Star dirt placed underneath the Connecticut hospital delivery bed confirmed that I was technically born on Texas soil. But establishing I was half-Texan was not the only attribute that my mother would assure I inherited from her side of the family, though. READ MORE »
My husband and I weren’t making a political statement, revolutionizing the stay-at-home parenting dynamic or sticking it to corporate America when we deliberately choose to both be work-at-home, stay-at-home parents. While there are lots of acronyms for one parent doing this—WAHM, SAHM, WAHD and beyond—I have yet to see one that fits our family. Perhaps… READ MORE »
I didn’t know girls still did cliques at this age. I mean, I guess I could’ve figured it out, but I didn’t really give it much thought.
I was homeschooled, so I missed a lot of that stuff, which I’ve always felt lucky for. But no one can miss all of it.
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When I was wee, I was best friends with the girls who were handy. Neighborhood kids, playgroup participants, and the like. In grade school, I gravitated toward girls who were brainy like me. Since book smarts were considered to be at odds with potential popularity, and since I had more going in the Brains Department… READ MORE »
Writing about body love and acceptance? That’s my jam. Teaching women to embrace their supposed “flaws,” accept that physical beauty comes in infinite forms, and learn to love their own bodies just as they are? My life’s quest. So it is with great trepidation that I reveal the following: I really dislike being naked. I mean, if… READ MORE »
I heard about Pinterest at a wedding reception last year and within 24 hours, I was hooked. I had to pin everything: I grabbed every vegan recipe, organizing tip, cute outfit, inspirational quote, and makeup tutorial I could get my freshly ombre-manicured fingers on. Then, a few months later, I got engaged and suddenly it… READ MORE »
I’m just going to come clean: I hate every woman my husband has ever dated.
I won’t apologize for it or try to get over it. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will always hate them to some degree, depending on the depth of their relationship. If she was a random… READ MORE »
In my mid-twenties, I came out as a lesbian. But the hardest part wasn’t even coming out: it was realizing my wedding would be different and therefore I was different. It took me a few years to come to terms with the fact that my wedding wouldn’t have a groom or any of the other… READ MORE »