Chelsea Fagan

I would like to give a particular shout out to 2:20 and beyond, which was maybe a little too real, if I’m being honest.

“I got cut out of a huge meeting less than hour before our team was supposed to leave, then was asked — via text message, because my boss was trying to be discreet in front of the clients — if I could bring everyone some coffee because another person had forgotten to get everyone’s Starbucks orders.”

10 dollars per “basic.” Things like tank tops, plain long-or-short sleeve tees, etc, should be purchased with disposability in mind. They aren’t made to last long, and they won’t, so feel free to go to town at places like Forever21 for these.

They are the human embodiment of a french manicure, class and chic that is purchased while fighting through a crowded mall.

The uncomfortable truth about catcalling is that it’s almost exclusively a class-related phenomenon. While there will always be the occasional middle-to-upper-middle class, educated man who decides to catcall (usually while drunk), the men who are going to be hissing and calling at you on your walk to work are likely to be working class or below.

As many of you know, I have skin problems (and have all my life), so one of my favorite activities is torturing myself on YouTube with tutorials on how to have perfect skin, by people who already have perfect skin.

You know it. Everyone knows it. It’s the perpetually chaotic, I’m-in-a-committed-relationship-with-mozzarella-sticks-and-Netflix brand of extended adolescence, wherein all of us live on the constant verge of total financial and personal collapse because we keep eight dollars in our checking accounts and refuse to maintain our personal relationships because of our #IntrovertLifestyle.

This is tragic, yes, but what is more tragic is that it is not uncommon. Many a dude is walking around the world with untouchable confidence, sure that the horrifying sex moves he learned from porn are sure to get a girl screaming and running to tell her friends just how great it was.

Don’t say “we’re ready” if you’re not ready.

Young moms who only communicate in the form of sharing inspirational videos about rescue dogs and/or articles about how tough it is to be a mom that they tag all of their mom friends in and are like “Only you guys will get this tee hee!”

I don’t really understand this coat or the pastel blue purse but somehow she looks adorable.

And we never talk about these breakups, because we don’t think of them in the same way. We don’t analyze the loss in our lives the same way.