In our teens and early 20’s, we tend to have a much more idealistic view of relationships. We’re bombarded with media messages that say, to achieve true success, one must attain “The love trifecta” - get the guy, get the ring, and live blissfully ever after.
Every wife, girlfriend, fiancé, future ex-wife, and “Wow what a sweetheart!” type of girl, has gone through the rite of passage that’s been kept fiercely secretive in the girls’ club. It’s like Fight Club, and we all know the first rule. NEVER TALK ABOUT THE HP.
I can still recall watching the movie Catfish with wide-eyed curiosity. It was 2010, and while the internet was well into its rebellious teenage years, social media was still in…
Partying in Vegas has given me a glimpse into the best, and worst of human behavior. I’ve witnessed (and personally experienced) women in nightclub environments getting groped, harassed and borderline assaulted.
Doing a Vegas girls trip in your 20's is an extreme sport. It’s like being on the Full Throttle Ride at Magic Mountain. Everything’s a blur, someone will probably throw up, cry, and may even lose their shoes.
How many times have we, as women, laughed off a sexist, degrading comment from a guy, out of fear of retaliation, or worse, the dreaded “man-trum.” (For those who witnessed…
Meet Greg. Greg was a really nice guy who I dated for 2 months. Greg was clean cut, tall, good-looking, educated, no baggage, total gentleman, and paid for everything. What…