I am not great with money. I think the problem is I don’t love money. Don’t get me wrong, I love material things, but money in and of itself doesn’t really interest me. Maybe the idea of having money isn’t as compelling because as a recent college grad, I don’t have any. Until very recently money didn’t feel real to me. I loved the things it bought me, but the dollars themselves didn’t have much value. When did my attitude towards money evolve: the very second I opened up my first pay check. During my last semester of college I spent hours upon hours tutoring freshman on the finer points of writing and not using a hangover as a reason to ask for an extension on their term paper. I loved every almost every minute of explaining the beauty of the semicolon, but I wanted that paycheck. For every minute that I could have been doing something, anything else, I wanted compensation. At eight dollars an hour I was hardly raking it in, but I was so proud of each dollar.

Christine Hassler, self-proclaimed “twentysomething and quarter-life crisis expert,” — the same Christine Hassler who runs an expensive “transformational” workshop she calls ”Chrysalis” — is sharing ten tips over on Huffington Post on surviving your twenties. While her tips are a little bit like telling an alcoholic not to drink or an over-eater to avoid the buffet table, they aren’t completely idiotic. After the jump, I translate her ten tips.

Sex comes in waves. For me, it’s either feast or famine. While there seems to be no rhyme or reason for when someone wants to heat my hot pocket up, if memory serves me correctly, I got the most booty back when I was 22. Sigh. That’s the year I was into DJs, rockers, bartenders and pizza guys, aka dudes that are good with their hands and always near alcohol. While I’ve gotten older (and not that much wiser), I’ve never been able to duplicate that sweet year’s record. Boo! But a girl’s gotta have something to look forward to. Fingers crossed that when I’m 46, I’ll get twice as much sexy time as I did when I was 23. And the Daily Mail U.K. is giving me hope, since three out of the five women they surveyed had the best sex after they turned 40. Awesome! What do you think has been your best sex age?