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We need to talk. About Facebook. Or rather, EngagementBook. It's Spring, the birds are chirping, and everyone is engaging the crap out of each other on my newsfeed.
Everyone should try it. It definitely doesn't make you a loser. It's just efficient. Like a sushi conveyor belt, for your pants.
Lowercase That Promoter Modification. I am FAIRLY CERTAIN PROMOTERS ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE CAPS LOCK KEY AND FORGOTTEN TO GO BACK TO WRITING IN NORMAL PROSE.
My lactose intolerance began far ago in a long-away land known as Meredith Used to Only Eat Bread and Cheese. I have looked far and wide into milk alternatives for my iced coffee with a splash of cran, and I thought that I would share them with you.
It's time to pull out another sweeping generalization from my purse. This time? Chicks, and overanalyzation (not a word, is now.) The agony is often, almost always, over BBM.
My entire life I've had a severe condition. This disease is known as Nervous Packers and Overpackers Syndrome.
The FFJD sat down with bestselling author and power woman of People's Revolution Kelly Cutrone to discuss her new book, Normal Gets You Nowhere.
It's Wedding Season, and the Royal Wedding brought up some key questions about how to behave if you find yourself at some nuptials. Here are some tips for important wedding behaviors.
A few weekends ago I spent some time with my grandparents in New Jersey. As we ate, and then thought about eating, and then decided what we were going to eat next, I thought about my grandparents' 56-year relationship.
Marie Claire magazine published this list, comparing the number of male and female writers on late-night comedy shows. Where are the chicks?
Lots of things get in the way of love. And sometimes, they are physical road-blocks. Spanx, the girl-world Under Armor, well, is a problem.
I had come to a crossroads. To my left, the iPhone in all its glory -- its shiny video capacity and websurfing, its bells and whistles. To the right was my trusty Blackberry -- lonely and deactivated in my car. I knew what I had to do.
Women putting down other women doesn't stop after high school. We're smarter, more developed, and more capable of bringing each other down verbally and psychologically.
So most people have some modicum of etiquette on a first date. I'm not talking about ponies or flowers or dancing or a five-piece band playing show tunes. I'm talking about basic, basic things that apparently are lost on some.