Imagine this: You’re walking around town with a stethoscope around your neck. Boom: Instant social status upgrade. Way more than any gold chain. The ultimate bling is this stethoscope thing. Hanging around your neck oh-so casually, like a scarf but a metal one that says, “Hey, I know what I’m…

And what to do about it. — Pockets. So many pockets. That’s what fall does. It brings out the coats, the cardigans, the kangaroo-pouch hoodies. Dress in layers, and you’ve got… So. Many. More. Pockets. My keys! Where in the forest of all my autumnal-clothing pockets are my keys? They could be in any of the 12+ pockets…

Lady Whistledown’s newest issue on The Ton’s singletons — Dearest reader, It is said that time waits for no man. So alas, the sun doth set upon another summer season. But like many a flitting young heart, its wandering eyes have fallen agaze upon a promising new suitor: Autumn. Even I, your humble Lady Whistledown, have my passions lit…

“When will I know I’ve MADE IT?” I yelled to my career coach. This was a few years ago. I was frustrated and angsty after months of trying to advance my career, with roadblocks along the way. “When will I know I’ve gotten there?” I followed up, desperately. (I just…

Involuntarily wake up at 4:15am. Your alarm is for 6:30am. Now you’re in this no-man’s-land of “want to sleep but can’t” and “awake-enough-to-function but also so excruciatingly tired.” Empathize with new parents. Sprain your lower back muscle during a workout. You had such good intentions for 2021: Do bodyweight workouts…

Are you prepared for the dreaded “What’s your greatest weakness?” question? After all, it’s job hunting season, aka job interview time! Other articles offer great advice on acing that question. This post doesn’t. The 5 worst answers to “What’s Your Greatest Weakness?” “I guess I’d have to say Mortality.” “My upper deltoid is very under-toned. It could be stronger…

I started playing guitar when I was 12. And 23 years later, it’s yet to deliver any of the female attraction I was hoping for. Oh, woe is me! Maybe I blame all those VH1 Behind The Music episodes. They got me all excited: Every guitarist raved about their popularity with the opposite sex. As a hormonal middle schooler, I…

(Or, what improv comedy taught me about writing) I’m improvising this post. Yup, I have no idea what this post will be about. I just showed up to a blank page and started writing. Here’s the thing: I don’t know what to write about. So let’s make this post about…

I am a slow walker. And I do not apologize. There are many more of us out there. But you probably sped right by us and didn’t notice. Or… it’s the opposite: We “got in your way,” and you certainly noticed us by letting out a disgruntled “Could you walk any slower?” Or if we’re in the crosswalk, a hand-planted-into-car-horn…