I can’t go to your holiday because I’m an introvert who has better things to do.
You wouldn’t understand because you’re not an introvert. You’re probably an extrovert, or worse, a warm, emotionally-stable person who can relate to other people.
I’m an introvert. Ask my life coach. He says I’m an introvert, which is what he would expect from a Gemini with a Cancer rising.
I didn’t choose to be an introvert. Does the shark choose to be a shark? Does the panther choose to be a panther? One of the great things about being an introvert is you can ask questions out loud and not have to worry about ever hearing an answer. Keep reading »
When it comes to holiday party outfits, the truth is you can wear pretty much whatever you want (floor-length gown, skinny jeans, pencil skirt, pajama bottoms) as long as you top it with a really fierce, fabulous jacket. The perfect party-ready jacket is made of faux fur or covered in sequins (or both!), has a vaguely “rebellious socialite” vibe, will keep you at least kinda warm while you try to hail a cab, and can be worn all night long. Here are 10 super glam coats and jackets that fit the bill!
Mark our words, you’re going to be seeing a lot of silver in the coming year. We’ve just got a feeling about it. So why not get a jump on the trend — and get a perfect holiday party dress — with one of these ten snazzy silver numbers? These dresses will get you through every Christmas and New Year’s Eve party thrown your way.
After you shake off that Thanksgiving food coma, you’ll have a season full of holiday parties to contend with. And why not be party perfect with a cute and colorful clutch? These purses are an ideal edition to your festive party dress. Click through to check ‘em out!
So, this one time, this friend of ours, well, she got a litttttttle too drunk and managed to give a superior a lap dance at their annual office Christmas party. Another time? We’re not naming names, but somebody we know managed to throw up — on the bar — in front of her new boss. And oh, this other friend, well let’s not talk about what happened in the copier closet. Keep reading »
There I was at my first company Christmas party, looking respectably sophisticated in a little black dress and kitten heels. Fresh out of college, I was working a coffee-running, “Ugly Betty” kind of job at a major conglomerate. This seasonal shindig wasn’t your average corporate affair. Since there were thousands of employees, no one was allowed to bring a date, and it was held at a big dance hall with a giant disco ball hanging overhead. The whole event was like a prom for work people. I huddled among a circle of girls from my group, trying not to watch my supervisor shake it on the dance floor. Keep reading »