Tatiana Pérez

We want a deep, lasting, passionate, devastating love. We want a Carrie and Mr. Big love.

We’ve long been slaves to that apex of tall, thin, white, blond perfection. That apex we’ve been climbing to since we were old enough to look in the mirror and hate what we saw.

STAIRS.

Hip hop lyrics that turn up the heart.

When you tell someone you love them, you give what’s happening a name. That’s what makes it real—that’s how you know you’re in love.

It’s about time we stop stigmatizing female sexuality (and start teaching girls the truth about sex).

1. You’re all like, really hot.

Wisdom from the women who made singledom chic.

“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.” — Roseanne Barr

Apparently, you have a bedtime again!

“That message—that really homogenized, myopic message—that your sex is the thing that makes you valuable—that is your currency—that limits women’s choices.”

When you call yourself a Boss Ass Bitch, you mean it. You’re not embarrassed. You’re not ridiculous. You know you’re a boss. Everyone else better recognize.

Real people on “coming” of age in some unforgettable ways.

Seriously, what am I supposed to say… “thank you?”

You’re not in love—you’re comfortable.

The Bar—that lone tavern in the sprawling metropolis that is your college town—is a thing of intrigue. Even for a native New Yorker accustomed to passing by watering holes on every block, the bar at a small school manages to harness a surprising amount of mystique.

The sex wasn’t great. But it wasn’t bad, either—a little uncomfortable (physically and otherwise), but no more so than expected. What was unbearable was the pillow talk.