high heels
Case in point: have you had blisters on your feet? How often have you intentionally inflicted this pain upon yourself to look fashionable, fit in, or otherwise make yourself feel good? Why do you do it?
parents
Don't start speaking in hushed tones about beach bonfires and boozy cabin camping trips. I'm not YOUR parent.
conde nast
I spent three hours chatting with xoJane readers last night on the internet -- and WILDLY enjoyed every second. Obsessed with you guys!
babies
I don't actually hate your baby! It was just a thing I did for money once.
guilt
Am I alone in the ever-evolving guilty feeling that I'm not communicating with my parents enough?
alzheimer's
Am I ready for kids? Hell no. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking that I need to make it all happen now, this year, so she can be a part of it.
bad girls
Being the "easier child" means feeling inordinate amounts of guilt for the normal mistakes and hiccups of growing up.
anonymous single girl
This One Gets a Little Personal. Spoiler: No Sex
making friends
Growing up, I was the girl who blasted Bon Jovi in the tiny subsidized apartment I shared with my mother, the one who preferred Friends to Martin and John Hughes to Spike Lee. Is it any wonder, then, why my mother would set me up on a Black Friend Date?
moving back home
I knew my dad was relieved. He kept thanking me, saying, “At least I sleep better at night knowing you’re here.”
babies
Thanks to one scientist's "semen cures morning sickness" theory, pregnancy may become even more of a chore for ladies.
family drama
How my mom and I fell into the type of mother-daughter relationship where we can jokingly chat about siblings having anal with each other on a Sunday night.
divorce
You don’t generally associate “divorce” with “excellent personal finance education.”
family business
I've heard some of the Beatles' kids want to start a band. Dooooon't doooo it.
family drama
Some would call it Kismet that my parents were having some financial struggles of their own and could use someone to help out with expenses -- I called it a steaming pile of personal failure.
'52 ford
“Dad, why did you make your insurance agent a belt?” I asked. Well, he explained, last time the insurance agent visited, he was wearing a poorly constructed belt.