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It’s hard to wrap your brain around how not in college you are until you pay a visit to your alma mater and hang out with your sisters who now both go there, for example. Me: So do you think everyone thinks I’m a student? Sara: No, you look old. Every moment is a reminder of the fact that your chapter ended 3 + years …

Our us-against-the-universe schtick is well-rehearsed now that we’re (more than) a couple years out of college. It contains “disguised” bragging (“So I had this work event for the cast of SNL at The Box the other night and the food was awful”), “careful” lying (“Can’t go to the Barney’s Warehouse Sale this month because I’ve decided to invest more in my 401K”), and rather advanced …

No more confusing sex questions (today). Instead – another Absolute Truth. According to Wikipedia, the text message was invented in the late 1980’s to enhance mobile communication for the deaf – sort of like how the Internet was invented for NASA but worked out really well for porn. In early 2003 texting was adopted by all American cell carriers and with that the phrase Booty …

My fairly genius male friend started in on an interesting theory the other day. We were involved in a g-convo prompted by the scary age post. He brought up the fact that most guys, if they have a scary age at all, place it somewhere between 32 and 40. My limited research (a personal survey conducted at The 79th Boat Basin from 8-10pm, drunk-ish) suggests …

I think it was Katie who coined the term “scary age” – as in, “26 is my scary age.” It must have been sometime directly after graduation when we took to assigning maxims to everything about post-grad life. Like – “I’ll know it’s really over when I can’t go out three nights in a row” (check) or “the first time I mistakenly make-out with someone …

An addendum treat courtesy of Gawker.com. Excerpts from Tucker Max’s forthcoming movie script. “Enjoy”. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell: The Movie

The blogger turned author turned screenplay writer whose book I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell recently hit The New York Times best-seller list and is on its way into film production. Here is the intro to his blog: “My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences …

They say Bob Dylan was the voice of a generation. That he had the unique ability to capture the sentiments that defined the ’60s. He was their minstrel, cutting through the chaos with clear words, poignant questions, and honest emotion. Our generation has its own set of sentiments. Rebelling against our parents’ petty focus on peace, love, and equality we’ve shifted to evaluating the real …

I get a similar reaction every time I tell someone who’s never lived in Manhattan that I currently live in Manhattan. Something along the lines of – Wow. Good for you! I don’t think I could have done that when I was your age. You’re probably so responsible! And very good at sticking to a budget, I bet! I nod and smile and say thank …

Attending the wedding of close friends who met while you were in college is a lot like seeing Cirque Du Soleil for the first time. It’s expensive to go. Very expensive. For the months/years leading up people in-the-know tell you every detail about everything that’s going to happen. You fluctuate between wildly excited and totally skeptical. It starts and you’re completely freaked out. People are …