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When my AOL Lemondrop editors e-mailed Wednesday with an “URGENT! ESSAY!” I had a feeling it was about that New York Times 20-something article… What I don’t say in my rebuttal is that I think it was a good piece – a good, really interesting, and fairly thorough piece. But to me slash us, this issue of “emerging adulthood” isn’t news. We’re at the stage …
My Aunt Philly is an age that she’d be mad if I told you. Let’s just say it rhymes with lady dive… Last week she moved into what’s know in local television commercials as a “full service retirement community.” This is not to be confused a gated, adult community (just a neighborhood with no kids) or an assisted living center (the now PC term for …
I was gchatting with a friend who wants to leave his job to pursue a life of not his job about how exactly he’ll go about making money should he leave. For the time-being said friend needs to keep his current job, so he’ll stay identified as “a friend.” This friend is one of those modern renaissance men – a writer, graphic artist, video producing …
Friday was the 105 Days party for the Boston College graduating class of 2005 – my class. For those unfamiliar with said event (so, anyone who didn’t attend the Boston College) a 105 Days party is the celebration preceding one’s five year college reunion cleverly placed one hundred and five nights prior. See we’re all about pageantry – pageantry and opportunities to donate to the …
This is a story about The BET Honors (the televised awards-show honoring the accomplishments of five, prominent African Americans) and my four, white friends who graduated from Ole Miss (four caucasian friends of mine who attended the University of Mississippi). I promise that this will start off making absolutely no sense but leave you with a warm, cushy feeling like that Kleenex commercial where the …
As promised, below is the account of one man’s official and permanent exit from le book. My friend, the incomparable Stephane had his reasons for leaving (per the below), but those reasons didn’t end up being why he’s really glad he did. Random Person 020885: Hey, you’re really cool! Me: Thanks. You too! RP 020885: So what’s your last name? I’ll find you on Facebook… …
Meg raised a valid question in last Wednesday’s “Facebook and exes” post. Does Facebook really matter? Does it really hold any legitimate significance over our lives? If we just ignored it and let it all go, would anyone care? Would anything change? Short answers: Yes, it does. Yes, but we control the significance. Yes, but they wouldn’t care as much as we would. …
Somewhere around your mid-twenties it starts to become clear that there are two kinds of people in this (urban) world: drinkers and “people who drink.” In college we were all drinkers. Every activity was organized around drinking. We kept ample stock of drink in every place we lived. If we were too sick to drink, we wouldn’t go out. If it were a beer-only party, …
In this town you hear people say “she’s got a lot of hustle” – not “she can hustle” or “she’s a hustler” – it’s that she is possessing of hustle. They also say “take a meeting” instead of just have one and “there’s some heat around it” if something looks promising, so the L.A. lexicon is an overall issue. For another day… What they mean …
Sometimes the best way to understand what it means to be a new-ish adult is to stop being one. That’s what Angela, the title character from the web series 2/8 LIFE (get it?) does in episode one of the show’s second season. She moves out of the adult apartment she shared with 3-sometimes-4-sometimes friends and back into a cereal-stocked house where tickets to the Miley …