If we all spent more time taking selfies can you IMAGINE the confidence of the queer community at large? We would be unstoppable.
Sleepovers are overrated.
It was like saving a seat on the bus for someone who routinely happened to never show up. It was like setting the table for someone who decided to eat an hour before coming over for dinner.
In many ways, the deluge of hilarious, shitty, and hilariously shitty roommates I survived all offered the same thing: an excuse to not have to face myself.
We’ve got advice on breakups and exes, playlists to see you through, unhinged behavior we highly recommend and so much more from the annals of Autostraddle’s achy breaky hearts.
Breakups are so often garbage and hard, and managing the social media that surrounds it is just another gross layer that makes them even more garbage and even harder.
I’ve been single for most of my life, but romance novels have been my constant partner.
It’s so easy to take a “no” personal and use it as justification to question your worth. However, there are a number of ways to intervene before this happens, and they’re all relatively simple.
When we legally and symbolically bind ourselves together, we’re exchanging some of that fluidity for commitment. Once we marry, breaking up is hard — I mean, really hard — to do.