Sophie Martin

You immediately look at your life. You look at your choices. You look at your tendency to go out until all hours of the night and end up in ridiculous photos on Facebook the next morning.

For financial reasons, especially in big cities, it’s so easy to move in together that you can’t even tell if you really want to or are ready to, you just know that you want to be paying half as much rent.

Posts that are cross-posted from your Twitter/Pinterest/Vine — if we wanted to see these things, we would be following you on these platforms.

Having my already-incredibly low tolerance for loud children on morning public transportation be reduced to a barely concealed rage that includes wishing nothing but stepping on Legos for your children’s day.

At the end of the fairy tale, when the Princess rides off into the sunset to marry the handsome Prince, you’re just like, “Really?? That’s IT??! I wanna see more of her actual story!”

Everyone convinced you that taking the first job that would have you was the best way to secure your future, and now you’re absolutely paranoid of letting it go.

But nothing could be less ordinary than someone who cares about us when it’s least convenient.

But being able to say “No, I deserve better than this,” and moving on to actually find something that is, is crucial to finding out what it is you really want in a partner.

I propose that we start throwing tampons at the men who insist on talking about our bodies like they are monsters who lived under our beds when we were five.

If you really thought about it, you wouldn’t want to date someone who had been single as long as you, because it would seem kind of weird.

What we are in comparison to another woman in our office — just because she is a woman — is far less important than where we all are as a group.