After falling for someone mainly via virtual communication, I was crushed to realize that he wasn’t the ideal type that I thought he was. Doing my best Carrie Bradshaw, I began to wonder: is pseudo-loving and losing better than never pseudo-loving at all?
“When you say things like, “Kim Kardashian has become decidedly less Birkin, more Stock,” don’t expect other people to understand.” I don’t mean to brag, BUT–this may be one of the best Dear Diary’s yet.
A sordid tale of attempting to be productive on a Saturday in New York City, involving a heavy dose of the gift that keeps on giving: PDA.
A beautifully written piece that highlights that all-too-common male fear of female intellect, and their tendency to settle for those who don’t think for themselves.
Do me a solid and like the shiny new Twenties Collective page on Facebook? Click zee photo, do the right thing–a la Spike Lee–except not at all.
Chuck Berry—he of rock n’ roll game-changing and general funkiness—(and subsequently Paul Simon) was on to something when he sang, “Oh, Maybelline, why can’t you be true?” If my dating history is […]
I wrote about my…colorful?…experience using the Tinder app for The Man Repeller. Check it out here! Read it, weep if necessary, drop a comment, do your thang.