It was recently brought to my attention that age 28 is often a big, crazy, life-changing year for people. Reasons range from Saturn return to cell turnover to psychological development to societal expectations, but I’m not as interested in the specific explanation as I am in people’s unique experiences at this age. The vast majority of my friends tell me 28 marked a huge shift in their lives, their relationships, their careers, living situations, etc. A very unscientific Twitter poll I conducted yielded similar responses. Anecdotally, at least, it seems that 28 is kind of a big deal.
I’m almost halfway through my 28th year and damn, has this been true for me. I moved across the country, dealt with/am dealing with some intense family transitions, lost and gained some very close friends, and feel like I’m on a path of self growth and acceptance that is simultaneously scary and rewarding.
I’d love to hear about what 28 was like for you. Was it challenging, empowering, horrible, wonderful, liberating, enraging, intense, or wholly forgettable? Please indulge my curiosity and share your experience in the comments!
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Some extremely lucky person in Lexington, South Carolina bought the winning $400 million Powerball ticket this week. After they consult a financial adviser and put extra locks on their door, this solo winner will get to start pondering a real-life version of that classic fantasy question: What would you buy if you won the lottery? In light of this huge jackpot, we couldn’t resist doing a little pondering ourselves… Read on to find out how The Frisky staff would spend the cash, and share your own Powerball-funded dreams in the comments! Keep reading »
This past weekend, I was craving a smoothie in a really profound way. Sometimes I get very specific food urges that must be heeded immediately; for example, a couple weeks ago I said to my boyfriend, “I think I’m really depressed because I haven’t been eating enough beets!” so obviously we had roasted beets for dinner and I instantly felt much better emotionally.
So anyway, I really wanted a smoothie. And I didn’t even want to make my own smoothie using the fruits and veggies in my fridge — I specifically wanted to pay someone else to make me a giant smoothie. On Sunday, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stopped into a local Smoothie King (Why not? I thought. This place is the king of smoothies!) and started perusing the large, confusing menu. A young woman appeared at the counter, sighed, and said, “Ready to order?” in a tone that indicated I was taking way too long. There was no one in line behind me and the menu took up an entire wall and included a number of made-up words, so I smiled and told her I needed a bit more time, thanks.
This is when she rolled her eyes at me, left the counter, and went to talk to a guy in the lobby. Keep reading »
When Nick and I moved, we sold our TV, and for the past couple months we’ve been toying with the idea of living a TV-free life. It was nice for awhile, but soon we realized we had turned into that special breed of hipster who says “I don’t watch TV,” but spends, like, six hours a day watching Netflix TV shows on their laptop. We love TV. So sue us. Last week, we decided to stop squinting at our laptops and bought a new TV. Since we didn’t have a table to put it on in the living room, we were like, “Hey, let’s put it in the bedroom for now! We can snuggle and have movie nights!” And yeah, that didn’t really work out. Keep reading »
Last week I was wandering the aisles of Nordstrom Rack and found the cutest pair of blue suede Franco Sarto pumps (shown above). When I slipped them on, they fit my feet perfectly and felt shockingly comfortable thanks to a bit of padding in the sole and a relatively low heel, at least compared to the 5-inch monsters I always accidentally buy and then never wear. I thought I had finally hunted down my white whale: a pair of heels that were cute and comfortable, but then I wore them over the weekend, and after about an hour, I wanted to DIE. Seriously, my feet are still aching, and now I’m feeling hopeless about the existence of truly comfortable high heels. So let’s talk this out, shall we? I would love to hear about any brands you love, or random tips for making uncomfortable shoes more comfortable. Do my feet just need to get more accustomed (and by “accustomed” I mean numb) to wearing heels? Are you one of those people who wears high heels every day? How in God’s name do you do it?!
After the jump, check out other Frisky staffers’ picks for most and least comfortable heels, and please (pretty please) share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
I haven’t worn non-athletic shorts since my age was in the single digits due to my German heritage and stocky lower body. I am not overweight by any means; I just have thighs that love to accumulate muscle and that cupcake I ate yesterday! It would expand my summer wardrobe so much if I had some shorts to pair with all my cute tanks. At this point I’ve stopped even trying shorts on in stores because it can just be a dreadful experience, so having some pointers on the best stores to try could help me out a ton. –Short on Shorts
I totally feel you on this. The short-shorts and skinny jeans trends have not been particularly kind to those of us with larger thighs. Finding a style that actually fits is difficult; finding a pair that doesn’t resemble sausage casing is nearly impossible. The key word, though, is nearly. It takes a little extra work, but your short soulmates are out there, I promise. Here are a few tips to help you find them… Keep reading »
I was flipping through Lucky magazine this weekend (in the bath, actually! Amelia would be proud) and saw a gorgeous purse that literally made me gasp. The strap on my current purse broke recently, and this was the perfect new bag for me. The only problem? It costs $269, which is about $200 more than I usually spend on a bag. As my thoughts rushed toward justification of such a huge purchase, I realized my birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. Eureka! I thought, This could be a birthday present for myself! I’ve never bought myself more than a cupcake to celebrate my birthday, but in recent years a lot of my friends have started getting gifts for themselves–everything from jewelry to vacations. I think your birthday can be a good excuse to treat yo self, but it’s also an easy way to justify overspending. So, what do you all think of this idea? Have you ever bought a birthday gift for yourself?
Whether or not you have an actual husband or partner at home, apparently there’s a good chance you’ve got a special someone at work: according to a recent survey, 65 percent of workers have or have had a work spouse. What is a work spouse? It’s your closest ally at work, someone with whom you share frustrations, brainstorming sessions, inside jokes, maybe even your lunch. This person is your best friend and confidante until the clock strikes 5, when you both retreat to separate personal lives. Despite flirty undertones, the study also notes that only 8 percent of work spouses actually cross the line into a physical relationship, but does that make it OK? I’ve had work husbands before, and while it was fun at first, all of them eventually got a little too close for comfort. Nothing happened, but in every case I decided to distance myself out of respect for my real life boyfriend. On the flip side, Jessica once went through a work husband divorce that got so ugly she talked about it in therapy. So, what do you think of the “work husband” concept? Have you ever had one? Would you be OK with your real husband or boyfriend having a “work wife?” [Women's Health]