You are not the girl who calls her best friend before the party and asks what to wear, who goes to the mall with several others, who reads the group text religiously to know what she’s doing with her Saturday afternoon.
The man behind the counter who knows your order before you ask, who hands you your coffee, extra cream, and says, “This one’s on me.”
Snapchat, when used consistently, is actually effective.
Feminism isn’t about tearing each other down; it’s about building one another up.
Taking a cool photo? At least stop somewhere that isn’t the middle of the road.
Okay, so he’s muscle-y. He’s smokin’ hot. And he’s the definition of a Hercules hunk. But the only thing he cares about is his body.
The Mom: She’s practical, and wearing low heels. Or at this point has probably taken them off and traded them for flats.
The classic Friday night question: “Are you guys going to the ____ House tonight?” “Yeah, everyone’s going.”
“So you throw a few cans in your bag and head over to the Library, Natty Ice is almost water anyways, right? Wrong.”
I’ve read tons of posts on being young and in love and consumed well-meaning advice on whether or not we (me and my fellow twenty-somethings) should get married young. And I’ve come to one shocking conclusion: It really doesn’t matter whether or not someone is getting engaged before 23, 25, or at any damn point in their twenties.