Last week, it was revealed that one of our editors was slowly turning into her mother (gasp!). There was a lot of screaming, many tears and, finally, the acceptance that maybe we all had a little mama in us. It was bound to happen at some point - no matter how many times we told our friends to kill us when we started shhh-ing kids in movie theaters.

Sure, our mothers are great; they created us, afterall. But, there are still some awful habits we seem to be inheriting that are less than desired. This week, the CollegeCandy writers weigh in on the motherly habits creeping into their lives.

Devon - UCLA: I have to admit, I proactively try to not be my mother. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m talking to myself out loud more and more these days…..UGH! DNA

Sara - NYU: I am slowly but surely developing a Bronx Jewish accent. I am thoroughly f*cked.

Carly - Grinnell: I cannot stop giving other people food when they come over to my apartment. I will offer them cookies, muffins, tea, chocolate, full meals–anything! If they don’t accept, I feel inadequate.

Kari – Florida State: I work at a daycare and cringe every five minutes at the things that come out of my mouth. “I don’t care who started it, but I’m here to finish it!” and “Sharing is caring” are some choice picks straight out of my Mom’s vocab. Read More »

“I know you don’t drive in New York…but haven’t you at least noticed the increase in food prices?” my dad asked me. I licked the peanut butter off of the knife in my hand. “Hmm….yeah…come to think about it, my peanut butter WAS more expensive today.”

For my own sanity, I find it necessary to pay as little attention to finances as possible. Money was always at the core of the stress in my family growing up and to combat that irrationally frugal gene in me, I try to swing as far into the ever-indulging and financially irresponsible realm as possible. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed.

The recession HAS affected me. I lost my steady job two months ago. While it was disgustingly easy for me to find new jobs to replace that job, I was still a bit shaken. The supposed millionaires I once relied on for my income no longer could afford me…or most of their staff, for that matter. It seems as though the recession affected them, too, and their ability to buy their dog $30 steaks for lunch (I wish I were kidding about that one).

So I found other jobs and kept on trucking. Metaphorically, of course. If I were actually trucking these days, I’d be even poorer. Read More »