You Can Believe In Me
I spent so many Sundays off in a daydream about a boy, or wondering if period blood had stained the back of my white cloak. I cringe now to think about what was going through my mind all those years — so many amens mumbled while thinking about what oral sex might feel like.
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Caitlin Abber is a writer and marketing consultant, living it up in the heart of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. She has ... 
5 Reasons I Can’t Wait To Be An Old Man
My continued descent into curmudgeonly stagnation excites me to no end. As practice, I have already started hating Skrillex and One Direction without knowing anything about them. It feels phenomenal.
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Josh Gondelman is a writer and comedian who incubated in Boston before moving to New York City. His writing has been ... 
What Happens When You First Move To New York
You won’t know the mistake you’ve made until after things have ended, and those same streets and subways start to haunt you. Those spots, your spots, the ones that you so willingly shared with that first person you loved in this city, are now poisoned.
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Danielle Page is a writer and web editor, specializing in beauty, lifestyle, and women's content. She's an expert on ... 
My Desperate Cover Letter
We have no chips on our shoulders, are not the whiny Millennials we’ve been painted as. (Coddle me if you want, though; I won’t reject you.)
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Shane Barnes is a 23-year-old boomerang child who writes and reads in his mother’s basement. He enjoys intense ... 
An Open Letter To The Unfinished Books On My Bedside Table
Unfinished books, must you look peevishly at me from your bedside perch of eternal judgment? You represent all that I haven’t done because I’m too busy drinking and watching How I Met Your Mother reruns.
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Kate Stanton is a writer and web editor living in Washington, D.C. She is about to see Bruce Springsteen in concert, ... 
