That Kind of Girl takes a look at how compassion has become an industry in which some non-profits compete for a smaller piece of the pie in a dog-eat-dog capitalist approach to pulling in charity dollars.
Have you ever an inappropriate crush on someone? That Kind of Girl has, and she says it’s actually a healthy outlet and a good way to clarify your heart’s desires.
Is it is myth that Mean Girls left their best days behind them in high school? We might wish they all turned into has-been uglies but wishing doesn’t always make it so.
Mnemonics are weird ways of remembering things that might be essential…or useless…like the Seven deadly sins or the formula for a deadly chemical combination. It all depends.
…I live in fear of the sorry-about-your-grandma pause. In fact, I’m so afraid of it am I that until very recently, I attempted to avoid the pause altogether. If a friend came to me with heavy emotional troubles, I would give them all the hugs they needed, and sit there gazing soulfully at them, afraid to speak. If they talked, they talked; otherwise, it became an emotional staring contest. And I played to win.
Dear Bus Boyfriend (can I call you BB, babe?)…Today is our anniversary. I’ll forgive you for forgetting it, if only because you have no idea who I am. Just so we don’t have this awkward exchange on our next anniversary, let me jog your memory: I’m the frizzy-haired brunette who gets on the bus a few stops after you in the morning.
That Kind of Girl looks back at her 16-year-old self and sends some savvy wisdom back through time.
I never understood the true dynamics of modern office life until I worked a short-term gig at a law firm. On my first day I was given the best advice of my life: always make friends with the secretaries. They may not be the ones raking in the big bucks, but the girl behind the desk is your first step to getting your calls through to the higher-ups…
What are the great lost loves in my generation? A few pitchers of happy-hour beer, some well-intentioned groping, maybe a submission to Texts From Last Night. Maybe I just don’t run with the lovesick crew, but for the dudes I hang out with, the idea of an immortal romance lasts only as long as the Google cache of the blog they vented about it in.
My mother…has been doling out advice (note to self: do not say nagging) since the day I was born. Most of her little gems are unorthodox; many of them aren’t suitable for polite company; all of them remind me how ridiculously charmed my life is, that I was begotten by such an exceptional woman.