People in their twenties are full of life and promise, and that’s a great thing. But they are also full of some lousy ideas about love. So let’s take a moment to educate ourselves on the things we need to know, and the misconceptions we need to drop, ASAP. Here’s what Gen Y needs to know about love on Your Tango…
This month, LinkedIn rounded up over 80 influential business leaders and asked them what they would say to their 22-year-old selves about their working lives. The participants were asked what traits they found to be most important for 22-year-olds, and adaptability and resilience came out on top. What I find kind of sad and weird is that only two percent said humility or knowledge (yes, knowleges) were most important. But hey, I guess that means that youth is the time to be brash! Surprisingly LinkedIn found that 86 percent of the influencers they spoke to are doing something they never imagined with their lives. (Another statistic that really stuck out? Only 14 percent of them had roommates at 22 ‚ how were they all affording to live alone!?).
LinkedIn also asked readers to chime in and share their two cents on life at 22. Here are a few pieces of advice us young people can learn from some of the business world’s brightest and best (and other wise LinkedIn readers): Keep reading »
Close your eyes and ask yourself: When was the last time you watched a TV show starring and about a group of real black women, without tired tropes or canned laughter? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? That’s why we’re super stoked that “Twenties,” a new series from writer/actress Lena Waithe (whose Twitter and YouTube handle — HillmanGrad — is a nod to, yes, “A Different World), is currently being shopped around Hollywood. The story follows Hattie, a queer vlogger, and her two friends as they navigate work, life and falling in love with a straight best friend. Nope, you haven’t seen TV like this in a while. Keep reading »
There was a period in my early twenties, not too long after college graduation, and even sooner after the painful break-up of my first real relationship, that I hopscotched through a series of dead-end jobs (seven in four months!), dated recklessly, and pumped my body with substances I wouldn’t clean a carburetor with these days. Then, one day, perusing the self-help aisle in Borders, I came across a book on the “quarterlife crisis.” I picked it up, found a comfy chair in the back of the store, and skimmed enough pages to understand there was a name for what I was going through, a phase, and it was just a matter of time before I’d move past it. Keep reading »