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Spinster Week.

5 Things I Learned from Therapy

Editor’s Note: I was deeply moved by my dear friend Austin’s video on therapy and how it’s helped him deal with anxiety and depression. Beautiful to see he’s sharing his story, honored to be sharing it with you.  “I don’t think I need therapy. I view it, kind of, as a weakness.” The most common, and annoying, thing people say about going to a therapist is the above statement. Obviously in different ways, but you catch my drift. I think people are fearful because being explicitly honest with someone can somewhat seem taxing on a person, but I’m here to assure you that it’s not. In my recent sessions, I have left feeling empowered, joyful, and ready to take on this insane world. I never thought that I would be able to wake up and root for myself again. I thought my life was going to end up as that iconic scene where Alice is falling down that black hole of confusion forever. What is my point? What does this all mean? Well, I’m not almighty …

Guest Post: People Pleasers: Do You, Girl!

If you’re gonna be a mess, be a HOT mess By Sydney Bowen I am the 21-year-old, white girl version of Dr. Mindy Lahiri. If you haven’t seen The Mindy Project, you’re probably thinking, “What is this girl talking about?” Reader’s Digest version for those who haven’t seen it: Mindy is a successful and hilarious doctor living in New York; and aside from all her professional success, she’s a mess. Her personal life is kind of in shambles. Mindy once (accidentally) picked up a male hooker and decides to “Pretty Woman” him after he shakes her down for money. She also bailed her own mugger out of jail. I mean does this sound like someone who has it all figured out? I often find myself doing the exact things that Mindy does. No, I’ve never accidentally taken home a male prostitute. I’ve never done it on purpose either, just to clear that up. I’ve also never been mugged, but I’d probably guilt trip myself into thinking that I should help the sucker who mugged me. …

Guest Post: Online Dating is a Joke

By Kat Eugenio Recently, in true spinster fashion, I hit rock bottom and signed up for a dating site (This is a public shaming of me).  I haven’t dated much (Seriously, stop now), so the only relationship experience I have to go off of is that of my overly dramatic, spinster best friend (Thanks, man). (Because this is how I think dating should work— Except you should ALWAYS use the correct form of “you’re”) Apparently, guys on the internet are willing to look past the fact that I only ever want to eat ice cream and watch TV in my underwear. Their desperation bumps me up to an “out of your league” status–the key is being hopeless and awkward and desperate for love. The messages asking for wild nights are still rolling in (I just want to lay down and hug). There is no greater self esteem booster than when some supah hot rando tool bag wants to get into my lady parts. Not only do you feel pretty and confident but you get the …