I had a few tricks up my sleeve back in college when it came to making those Virginia boys swoon over a can of Natural Lite: I knew a lot about Nascar. I knew drivers, their numbers, their sponsors, track news... Growing up in Jacksonville, Daytona was almost just close enough to hear the ... View Post
Back in middle school, every girl in our class rocked a variation on this exact get-up: black jeans, brown leather shoes (Sebagos, wut), a woven brown leather belt, and a light denim shirt over a white turtleneck. I remember reading about, like, igneous rock and writing notes to Lizzie with the ... View Post
In a singular attempt at some sort of "therapy" in this whole warped, weird process (I refused anything formal, and I'm pretty sure I'm turning out ok), I went to one session of a support group for people who are in a similar situation as me. I was honestly looking forward to telling my story, ... View Post
When I lived in Chicago from 24-25, I had a few friends straight outta swanksville. One guy friend, Peter, a 24-year-old hedge fund guy who I met by the pool on the roof of my high rise, picked up the tab for lunch once because he had just gotten a cool $60,000 year-end bonus. This information was ... View Post
[This has been a year of much NFL.] Growing up we had a few sayings in our family. For those less than pleasant things everyone has to go through: "That'll build some character." For those atrocious things the very unlucky have to go through: "That'll put some hair on your chest." I've been ... View Post