A few nights ago I had a chance to party with an old friend. But our choices are making that an unsteady enterprise.

For me, there were some hard truths to confront about finding a job.

I’ve known some amazing guys who wanted to be my boyfriend, but I didn’t choose them. Why?

Do we question too often? Too deeply? We examine things so much that we’ve begun to question our own questioning.

I choose to be cynical bitch when it comes to men…

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.

An anagram for “Sharlto” is “harlots.”