Chelsea Fagan

You are meeting your significant other’s parents for the first time at a quiet brunch spot in your city.

“Are you not going to be fun anymore?”

If someone messes up because you didn’t tell them what you wanted, you can only blame yourself.

I’m a 26-year-old American woman, which means that people assume I have a specific set of interests, usually falling into some kind of bell curve of femininity.

I love my friends, and like most people, I have a handful who live in my real-life MySpace top 8 – my very best friends.

There are many kinds of porn in this world. There is porn porn, there is food porn, there is travel porn, and then there is my least favorite genre of all, General Lifestyle Porn.

I’ve had the same friends for a long time. My closest friend is also my oldest, and we’ve had near-daily internet chats for going on 15 years now.

As with a snowstorm, there is always that feeling in the air right before someone is about to end a relationship.

I am trying to be healthier. And yes, a big part of that is increased energy, better skin, and a generally lighter feeling, but part of that is a bit of weight loss.

Everyone makes stupid relationship choices when they’re becoming an adult.

Yes, everything tastes better when sautéed with garlic. But nothing tastes as good as broccoli.

As we all know, Reddit is often a source of memes and infighting and general internet froth, but occasionally, it can be a real agent for creative good.