Half a country away, the town where I grew up was being ravaged and I was literally sitting there drying my nails.
how not to be a dick
I’ve bunked with self proclaimed sex addicts, shared a dorm room with a hoarder, and put up with all manners of bull-shiggity in the name of cheap rent in the big city.
It seems that occasionally, for my husband and I, the best kind of escapism is from each other.
I keep giving a ton of advice lately to kids about to leave college. Can you help me?
I can't think of a single person I've broken up with that I'm legitimately "over" in the sense that I can still think about them without feeling a bit gut-punched.
As long as I can remember, "leg stuff" as been a topic of conversation and controversy with my mom and me.
"No, but he’s really hot," translates to "How did you trick someone like that into having sex with you?"
Remember that time Alison visited the xoJane office and her boyfriend told Jane he met her once before at a party with Jimmy Fallon? You will.
Pretty much anytime someone I know lands a new book deal, after my initial feelings of being incredibly happy for them have abated, I think, “LESLEY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU LESLEY WHY HAVEN’T YOU SOLD A SECOND BOOK YET LESLEY.” This is Erfolgtraurigkeit.
How many of us are using that ugly rationalization -- “Oh, I just have trouble making female friends; men like me better than women do” -- to justify an existence against our own self-interest?
Has anyone dated a man old enough to be your young dad?
This is what comes from looking to the world to love you -- you cling to the first one who comes along and smiles; you don’t see him as the iceberg that cuts and sinks the ship; you mistake him for the raft.
I wasn’t cheating on you, I was cheating on a system which is fake and outdated.
I love my birthday because it combines two of my greatest pleasures in life -- dessert and attention.
Yeah, so I spent a lot of money to eat by myself in an unfamiliar restaurant in a city where I don't live. And it was great.