This article really made me think.

In the article, we learn that some cities are better for individuals to work in than others (cost of living, housing, relation to career, etc.). New York City, where I have lived since the tender age of 17, gets slammed.

Yes, it’s an expensive city to live in, but what I think this article completely leaves out is lifestyle. New York, for instance, offers a way of living that no other city can offer. And I’m sure any defender of any place they love would say the same. It’s important to be in a place that makes you happy, that keeps you fulfilled, if you want to do well at work. A fulfilled worker is a happy worker. Right?

Or wrong? I don’t know.

Today (at least in our society), job often comes before all else. It’s what we ask each other first at parties–”What do you do?” is supposed to tell us all we need to know.

And yet, most of the functioning 20-something set I know are unhappy in their jobs. Most of them don’t consider their current job to be their ultimate career. Read More »

I have found myself in quite the sticky situation.

A lot of us twentysomethings can probably understand the situation I’m about to recall. Due to the copious amounts of liquor that most of us consume during college and there after (when we’re finally legal), we often up the next morning with regrets I.E. Did I really say that? Did I really kiss him? Where is my bra? …etc.

Luckily, I wasn’t the one who woke up with regrets.

What do you do when you’re best friends with a couple — the girl and the guy are equally close to you — and one of them, oh, I don’t know, makes out with another person while you’re out together?!

Naturally, this put me in a bad situation. So, instead of running to their significant other, I texted a fourth party who is equally close with the two of us and asked her what. do. I. do?! The fourth party then inexplicably decided to go and tell “the significant other.”

Now, I told my good friend (who did the making out with a stranger) that if she didn’t tell her boy the next day, I would. She agreed and said she would tell him…unfortunately the news got to him before she could. Being that him and I are good friends, he called me the next morning to confirm the situation and I couldn’t lie when I received his phone call.  The truth is, I would have wanted him to do the same for me and I would have told her, had he been the one to mess up. She would have expected that from me and been devastated had I kept that information from her, had she found out later that I knew.

So tell me, if you’re best friends with a couple and you’re stuck in the middle of knowing information that could potentially really hurt your friends, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Keep it to yourself? Take the “Girl Power” role and stick with the girl? Or tell them the truth?

He didn’t look like a stalker. He looked like a nice, well-mannered twentysomething with a fashion sense that lurched toward the emo.

He didn’t sound like a stalker, either. He sounded nice, and friendly, and totally easygoing.

But even as I walked into the coffee shop and saw the sleek blond hair, the stylish hipster belt, and the anti-used-car-salesman smile of a nice-looking 23-year-old, there was still a little part of me that feared I was meeting with a middle-aged alcoholic in (a really good) disguise.

He was polite, funny, interesting, and sweet. He knew that the idea of dating someone I had met online scared me, so he did everything he could think of to make me feel more at ease. He opened car doors for me, he knew how to cook, he wasn’t messy, and he kissed exactly like how the guys in my Prince Charming dreams always have.

Thanks to OKCupid, my life had become one big Kodak moment—one big temporary Kodak moment, that is. I was scheduled to leave in three weeks for a semester abroad in China, and I wasn’t about to turn down any guys who’d offer to take me out for dumplings and tea there just because of some contrived connection I had with a dude I’d met online at home.

I sat Danny down a week before I was scheduled to leave. “I have to be single when I go to China,” I said.

“I completely understand,” he answered. “That’s fine.”

I got on the plane feeling great. Then I found out that as soon as I’d left, Danny ran out and bought a wall calendar and a thick red marker. “What’d you do that for?” I asked. Read More »