How did you manage to wrap up all my twenty-something angst and child-like defiance in one grammatically flawed phrase?

A job faux-pas leads me to suspect I’m not that funny.

Keeping sanity sometimes means doing away with pesky gadgets.

Wedding season that is. Even if you’re not getting married in your 20s, chances are you’re going to weddings… a lot of weddings.

Like the old song says, “If you want the things you love you must have showers…”

I used to think commitment was something that just happened when you found the right person, so that by the time your partner had transitioned from “the guy I’m seeing” to “my new boyfriend”, the cute stranger on the subway would be just that — a cute stranger on the subway.

The 20something’s rational approach to a breaking heart.

If your boy-toy is up with the current times (or has a pulse) he should have a twitter account. Follow it immediately.