That #startupgrind is real. Here are my daily tricks to stay calm at the center of the storm.
My first post-grad boss told me there's no such thing as work-life balance. Here's how we took that to extremes.
Never find yourself in a situation where you can't tell someone to fuck off. Do you have a fuck-you fund yet?
As a recruiter, I've seen first-hand the difference in how men and women apply for jobs. Here's how I suggest we level the playing field.
No amount of binge-watching HGTV has prepared me for the realities of buying a home.
When do I get to start feeling like Beyoncé?
We never know how or when life is going to try and run us over, and it sure as hell doesn't care about what's convenient or affordable. So in the interest of taking back control, here's how I make sure I'm never without options.
So many of my friends and coworkers tell me that they hand their W-2s over to their parents, and "let" them handle their taxes. After a certain point, there's no excuse. It's so easy to file our own taxes. Especially when we plan ahead.
For Christmas, I got the gift of getting stone-cold dumped by my boyfriend of 4 years. Our lives had become so enmeshed, emotionally and financially, and I had only a few days to figure it out, pack my stuff, and get the hell out of dodge - all of which somehow cost $2,327.11. So where did all my money go?
I used to be the first one to say yes when a friend invited me to something a few weeks away - only to realize day-of that I didn’t actually want to go to Disney’s California Adventure. After a few weekends of running around instead of relaxing, reading, cooking, and playing video games, I finally adopted this rule and started saying no.