I know that, personally speaking, I am guilty on countless occasions of passing judgment about another woman’s looks, of putting her into a category of some kind or making assumptions about her habits, lifestyle, or even the kind of person she is.
They were the person who actually brought you soup when you were sick, like that wasn’t just a thing you saw on a television show once but a thing that a real live person who cared about you actually did.
“Well, when I was a freakin’ fetus I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn every morning, drank a protein smoothie of egg whites and rusty nails and hit the uneven bars for five hours until I had my routine down perfectly.”
According to Love Twenty, women in their twenties are supposed to read diet books and novels about shopping. I disagree. Here are my suggestions for novels you should read if you’re a woman in your twenties.
Dating someone your ex kind of dated, but never got serious with. Wanting to love someone, and being scared to tell them. Having brunch on Sunday and then going to bed afterwards.