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From playing dress up in my mom’s closet with my little sister, to playing dress up in a dirty strip club for men three times my age, I became an entirely different person, void of innocence.

Us post-grads know how unlikely it is to find a job you love in a field that interests you while still making enough to pay for rent. For that reason, most of my friends and I have taken demeaning jobs for which we are overqualified and too bored to deal with.

If you say that you’ve never considered stripping to afford tuition, you’re lying. The sex work industry holds a unique space in the back of every college girl’s mind, usually coming into play when rent is due or when you see the price of your textbooks for the semester.

Dear Sexual History, I’m writing to tell you that its over. We need to break up.

The girls are not sober.

College is a time for individualism. Moving away from home and starting life on your own is supposed to be an opportunity to discover yourself, not someone else.

The bottom line is: nobody appreciates being ignored, but sometimes it happens, and you have to get over it.

I know that I’ll survive without her but that doesn’t mean I’ll be okay.