Most of the things you’re worried about don’t kill you or put you in jail. Also, no matter how your early twenties go, you can always explain them away (I was young and stupid! Oh, my wild and crazy youth!), because, while 21 seems old to you, to other people, it’s basically still childhood but with sex. Here are some ways to cope with your post grad freak out. More »
Oh my God, we’re finally going to get to stop prefacing every discussion of the economy with “in these difficult economic times.” More »
This week, let’s hear from a reader I’ll call Vanessa Williams, after the former Miss America (1984) whose mistakes (nudie pics!) actually worked out pretty damn well in the end. More »
I do a lot of things in life just in case I get hit by a bus. When I donated my eggs, I was satisfied on some deep evolutionary level that I had passed on my genes. There are some other things I do as a way of paying rent on this planet. More »
Last week, Bullish (see Bullish Life: 3 Romantic Mistakes That Young Women Make That Cause Weeping Among The Angels And Kittens) addressed the romantic plight of reader “Betsy Ross” — a plight so sad that lady-kittens wept tragic rainbow tears that themselves contained tiny kittens, also weeping. More »
I teach evening classes to adults, and I often have about 90 students at a time. I remember all their names (at least the names of the students who show up regularly).
My first year of teaching, I didn’t. I just gave up: there are 16 of them per class and only one of me, and also a lot of them are named “Iftikhar” and “Joo-Eun.”
Once, I forgot a student’s name, and he said, “It’s John. John. Like a toilet.” And that made me sad. And I did indeed think of a toilet every time I called on him. This is not how John or I want to live.
There are some very good ways to remember names. More »
Bullish and Bullish Life have been a major part of The Gloss, and with Jen Dziura on vacation this week (and subsequently The Gloss going Bullish-less until she gets back), we’ve decided to put together a top ten list of the best posts she has contributed to the website. More »
As much as I love alliteration, here are two words that really shouldn’t go together, at least in the same day: “breakup” and “biopsy.”
The last couple of weeks of my life have been difficult, but that turned into, I think, a helpful column last week: Bullish: Responding to Disappointment with Awesomeness (and also Bullish Life: Sometimes It’s Best Just to Not Think About It). And maybe it’ll turn into a helpful column today. More »
Jennifer Dziura writes life coaching advice every Tuesday here on TheGloss, and career coaching advice Fridays on TheGrindstone.
If you grew up with stereotypical dad — one who said “okey dokey” all too often — then he probably had some version of, “Life is unfair and then you die.” (I think this is supposed to make you feel that everything is going to be hunky-dory.)
Life is indeed unfair. Or rather, life is a thing to which fairness simply does not apply…. More »
As an introvert, I sometimes have to explain to people that I do not want to drink coffee with them, because I can only drink so many cups of coffee in a day, and coffee is for both pleasure and help in thinking, so if I drink coffee and don’t get time alone to think, that’s one less thinking session I have per day, and then I am one thinking-session behind in the achievement of my goals, forever, so I… More »
It’s summer, when everyone gets lazy and begins asking the sometimes unintentionally infuriating question, “Are you getting out of the city?”
If you’re twenty-five and broke, well, no, probably not. And, no, you don’t want to contribute to a summer share in the Hamptons with fourteen other girls, because you have work to do and a career to build, and picking up the tiny crumbs of the privileged really doesn’t get you ahead or provide for a relaxing vacation, which, to… More »
A Bullish reader recently emailed me about, among other things, the bad relationship she can’t seem to get out of:
I’m in a relationship with someone I’m not happy with. I feel like not leaving him is helping him. He often gets very depressed and while his depression and misery is a major source of what’s driven me away (he’s critical of me and we agree on very little), it’s also what is keeping me around. and it pisses me off…. More »
You know people who end everything they say with question marks? As in, “My name is Leah? I’m happy to meet you? I’m an expert in social media?” More »
Ever since I first figured out how a screwdriver works (you don’t necessarily need to drill holes first — you can screw stuff straight into drywall!), it has occurred to me that there are plenty of really easy things that men are “better” at for absolutely no good reason.
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Do you think it’s rude to talk about money? More »
Guess what day it is? Friday. Guess what day this column was supposed to be turned in? Thursday. More »
There are a lot of things that were pretty hard to do before the Internet. For instance, meet a lot of people who have the same obscure disease or sexual fetish as you. Or get detailed directions from a particular address in Dover to a particular address in Minneapolis. Or find and purchase a song you heard on the radio (but you don’t know who it’s by, and all you remember is that it contains the words “try to find you” and “all the flowers”). More »
Some people are successful just because they’re lucky. Some people are successful due to such a confluence of luck and aptitude that it’s impossible to sort out: Ivanka Trump sounds like a pretty cool lady, but it’s impossible for anyone to know if she would’ve done well if not born a Trump.
While I certainly feel privileged to have been born in a nation with good public schools, impeccable sanitation, and lack of Sharia law, I do like to point out that most of what I talk about in Bullish was learned by me in extremely painful ways: I have declared bankruptcy, I have lived in an East Harlem drug den, I have been an awkward sixteen-year-old who had never shaken hands before.
It’s “I Regret Everything” week here at TheGloss! So, here are some ginormous mistakes I’ve made that you don’t have to!
Sometimes – in a land of magic and rainbows – having a job can feel like being part of a big, happy family. And sometimes, being a freelancer can feel like being a free spirit who only associates with people of her own choosing. (No Wall Street douchebags here in my Bushwick apartment where I silk-screen t-shirts that say “fuck” on them!)
Feelings can really cloud a person’s thinking.