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why chandler bing is low-key the perfect guy

I still can’t believe that the first time I watched Friends I thought Ross was the cutest guy on the show. In my high school years, I was all about Joey, since he was a famous actor and all, but in college I moved on to Chandler. Cushy finance job? Check! Makes me LOL? Check! Is insecure enough to be desperate? Double check! Here are 8 reasons why Chandler Bing is the perfect man (despite his unfortunate sounding name).

1. He’s funny AF.


2. His hair is always on point.


3. He’s not just another finance guy.

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4. He quit his job to pursue his passion.


5. He always says what he’s thinking.


6. He’s a great cuddler.


7. He’s an amazing dancer.


8. And a great friend.


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things guys pretend to hate but really don’t

I feel like I talk (bitch, whine, complain) a lot about trying to figure guys out. Why are they so douchey? Why do they like one night stands? Why doesn’t Jim Halpert exist in real life? I’ve also started to realize that guys claim to “hate” a lot of things that are actually impossible to hate. Here are 5 of those things, dissected.

1. Brunch.


Ok, like what person doesn’t like brunch? Like, if you’re not into waiting for a table at The Smith for an hour and dropping $16 on a mimosa, that’s totally fine–but how do you not like French toast? Or omelets? Or bacon–don’t all guys have to pretend to be rampant carnivores to satisfy their idea of masculinity? Sure, a big reason why I like brunch is because breakfast food is aesthetically appealing so it makes for a super cute Instagram post. But I also really ****ing love Belgian waffles and drinking before noon.

2. Champagne.


Speaking of mimosas, why do guys pretend to hate champagne? I’m a little more understanding of people who don’t like wine (OK, I don’t really get it but whatever), but champagne is like grown-up soda. It’s fizzy and delicious and is almost the same color as beer, so let’s get with the program, please. Plus, pop a bottle open to instantly get the party started.

3. Romantic comedies.


Everyone knows that rom-coms aren’t cinematic masterpieces. When I suggest watching one, I’m not trying to impress you with my artistic taste, I’m trying to cozy up for 90 minutes of heartfelt viewing. I watch them because they’re endearing, you don’t have to pay a ton of attention, and they usually make me smile. Liking 13 Going on 30 or You’ve Got Mail or Sleepless in Seattle doesn’t make you less of a man! Now come watch Love Actually with me.

4. Cupcakes.


Literally bye. It’s a cup of cake.

5. Friends.


Try not laughing at Chandler’s joked. If you don’t laugh, don’t talk to me, because this will never work out.

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why fall is the worst time to be single

Something about football season, cozy clothes, and Instagrammable leaves makes fall seem like a great time to be in a relationship…not that I’m in one. I remember starting my first year of college and assuming I would have a boyfriend to bring home to meet my parents over Thanksgiving weekend. I literally laughed out loud as I wrote that. Anyway, here are some reasons why being single in my favorite season is worse than any other time of year.

1. You don’t have a cute significant other to take pumpkin patch pics with, so your Instagram game is suffering.


2. You don’t have someone to steal oversize flannel shirts from.


3. Another year of not being part of a couples Halloween costume.


4. The holidays are coming up, so you know your extended family is going to be questioning your perennial singleness.


5. It suddenly seems like everybody is in a relationship except you, so you spend your nights drinking white wine alone in your apartment.


6. Love Actually is back on Netflix, and you don’t have anyone to watch it with. (Actually, I can’t even get my mom to watch this with me so idk how valid this complaint is.)


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everything i’ve ever wanted to be

I’m 22, and I’m still pretty unsure about what I want to do with the rest of my life. There are lots of things I thought I’d always do–volunteer as a teacher, work abroad, write a book, start a greeting card company (and become a famous blogger) are a few that come to mind. But in terms of my actual “dream job,” that idea has changed a lot.

In kindergarten, my dream job was an archaeologist. I’m not sure why (maybe my dad’s passion for old Indiana Jones movies?), but I still think that would be a pretty cool job.

In middle school, I wanted to be an actress. I even made my parents take me to an audition at a fancy private performing arts high school, which I didn’t get in to.

When I started high school, I got the idea in my head that I didn’t want (or need) to go to college…don’t remember what my career plans were, but I’m glad that phase ended. I’m not sure if I had a dream job in mind during this time, but over the course of high school I remember wanting to be everything from a social worker to a teacher to a diplomat to a nutritionist.

When I began college, I wanted to be an art historian, with an ultimate goal of being a gallery director (read: the Charlotte York-Goldenblatt career path, ending up with a rich husband). I minored in Art History instead, and realized during my last semester that I actually hated it and am not sure why I studied it at all.

Just two years ago, I thought I wanted to be a dentist–read more about that disaster here.

And last year, I decided I wanted to work in media and follow an editorial career path. So here I am–pursuing the one thing I’ve been consistently told I’m good at (writing).


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when you’ve been single for your entire life

This is how I feel all the time. #Relatable