Holiday 2014 Gift Guide: The Yogi

  We may struggle to perfect childs pose, while they are on the brink of becoming yoga instructors. Whether you too are a yogi, or you don't know the first thing about meditation, you can feel confident giving these gifts to any yogi. Before you do ANY shopping, make sure you sign up with DubLi to get the best deals possible.   Voluspa Candle (only $16!) Stretch Headband Set (only $12!) Sugar Perfume by Fresh Wood Collection Water Bottle Free People…

Dear Adderall

Dear Adderall, When I'm feeling helpless, you're the first one I turn to. I've found nothing is impossible when we're together. Thank you for encouraging me to invest fully in every task I take on. You keep me engaged. When I am tired, you lift me out of my fatigue. You help me study, keep me organized, and push me to complete even the most mundane tasks. Only you can make even the most dull information fascinating. Everything makes sense when you're with…

What His Social Media Accounts Say About Him.

We're living in a society where we split our time between the physical and virtual worlds. That being said, when looking for future mates/dates, we're going to turn to social media to learn about our prospects. Guys, this is what she really thinks about your online habits. Facebook. Over-sharing: A guy who gives the world a play-by-play of his daily activities and "clever thoughts" is an over-sharer. Not only do they think their opinions are of the highest level of importance, but…

The Blessing That is Being "Over It."

"Hey" he messaged me today. A year ago, I might have teared up. I definitely would have texted my best friend. I probably would have responded with a great deal of excitement within 30 seconds of noticing his message.  Six months ago I would have turned red with anger. I definitely would have texted my best friend. I probably would have responded with irrational rage within 30 minutes of noticing his message, just enough time to make him sweat. Thank god for…

I love you two.

"I don't hate you" I told Antonio*, when I found out he was with someone new. I knew by the way they flashed their honey-moon phase relationship that they had just started dating, and probably just met. It was sickening, in your face, social media PDA. Only a month had past since we had went away together. I wasn't ignorant enough to consider the possibility they had met after the last time we had seen each other. There was an overlap.…

Share Clothes Not ____!

Being a good friend is a fairly simple job. In return, you have someone who will help you laugh when you're crying and make you a drink or pass you the bowl to soothe the pain. Don't say horrible things about your friends, and they won't talk shit about you. Tell them when they have spinach in their teeth, or if they blacked out and made out with everyone at a party. Ensure them that their ex's new bitch is nowhere near as pretty…

Boston's Downtown Crossing or Zombieland?

[caption id="attachment_4492" align="aligncenter" width="607" class=" "] http://www.metro.us/local/boston-s-homeless-rate-up-by-5-2-percent-in-2012/tmWmce---f4HQ3Aa1LTvOo/[/caption] They were a peculiar clique. Even in 2014 its still a bit surprising to see a young nerdy looking white girl hanging out with an elderly black man. Another younger guy in the group looked like he might had been in a band at some point. There was a middle aged women wearing thick black eyeliner and carrying two duffle bags. They sat on the grass in a circle, each draped in a gray blanket. In…

I don't wish you the best.

To my former lover, I hope that you spend the rest of your life in good company, surrounded by people who care about you. I know someday you'll have a wife and children. I bet your future wife is pretty and won't divorce you and that your children will be healthy and athletic. I wish you good health and a long life. I hope you avoid jail time and genital herpes. I want you to experience adventure, and do things you never thought you would.…

Let's Photoshop The Beauty Standard.

When Myspace was at its peak, the number of comments someone received on a picture could be used to measure their popularity. Our layouts implied a level of creativity and our music selection an indication of our "style." Tom retired, Myspace lost its appeal, and the HxC let go of that part of their identity. We moved our attention to Facebook, and for a while it wasn't the most superficial network; just a tool used for communication and amateur stalking.…

We're All Heartbroken Here.

We need to talk. You've been compromising your happiness for consistency. You fear if you leave you'll realize you made a mistake, lose the one you love, and be labeled "the bad guy." Despite any prior occurrences that would place blame on him/her; you know you'll be taking on the role of the villain. You consider the option of turning back, changing your mind, and settling for a bit longer. Why break a heart? Especially if that heart is yours.  You ask…