Today marks the one-year anniversary of Twenties Collective, and, as such, I’d like to send out a gigantic thank you to everyone who’s been reading my nonsense from day one.
More and more I am noticing how technology allows me to avoid more important pursuits and more enriching lines of thought. I can’t settle for denial any longer, so it’s time to make a change.
Just because peppermint bark and eggnog are what dreams are made of (and also EVERYWHERE these days), doesn’t mean society-at-large wants you to try them.
I don’t use curse words or sexual language in a demeaning way, and to assume that a girl can’t say words like “fuck” without doing so is to submit to supremely dated gender stereotypes.
“It would be wrong to say that we’re simply being ourselves online, pure and unfiltered. Most of us aren’t catfishing, or creating fictional characters, but we are probably spinning our lives to some extent.”
The answer appears to lie in that frustrating space between who we are and who we want to be.
Talking about my love-hate relationship with gift guides, and what to do about the holiday season if you are basically b-r-o-k-e.
I wrote this a while ago, but it seems especially pertinent on Thanksgiving, having spent last night catching up with the very people it’s dedicated to.
TC reader and freelance writer Kate Willsky makes a beautiful argument against the implications of the Charles Warnke piece, “You Should Date a Girl Who Doesn’t Read,” that we posted here a few weeks back.