Thanks for all of your support for last week’s posts, lovelies! I so enjoyed reading each and every email, comment, and DM – it so makes my day to know my posts are answering all of your questions and that y’all appreciate my posts.
Since y’all liked this post and this post so much, I thought I’d kick off this week by answering another question from y’all: how to choose the right MBA program for you.
As most of you know, I just finished my first year of my MBA program here in Dallas. I spent months deliberating between the various MBA programs. Looking back now, I have zero doubt that I made absolutely the right decision for me. So it’s about time I shared how I came to that decision.
Sorry for the late post, friends. This one’s a big one, so I needed one extra night to work on it.
At least three or four times each week, I’m asked either about blogging as a concept, or about how bloggers make money (the latter is much more frequently asked than the former). It seems like there is a lot of confusion as to what exactly I do, why I do it, and how I’ve managed to monetize it.
Sooooo…. hopefully this lil post clears some of the air.
A) sorry for the way delayed post. Technical difficulties + sleeping = no post.
B) Today and tomorrow (as well as a bunch of the posts in the coming weeks!) are focused on my most frequently received questions from readers… both about life as well as about my blog.
See [every guy I’ve ever dated]? I do listen!
And now for today’s post: I moved to Dallas in the summer of 2013. At the time, I knew a small handful of people in Dallas; I had a few friends from high school and my years at sleep-away camp who lived here. AKA I found myself aged 23 and needing to figure out how to make friends in a new city as an adult.
At least once a week, I find myself needing girly time.
Especially with these long days. Often, the moment I get home, nothing sounds better than a glass of wine (or a few) with the girls. Sometimes I’m able to convince one of my best friends from school (who just so happens to live almost directly above me) to come down for a glass of wine. Or several.
But frequently, I’m forced to leave my house to meet up with the babes… Which – lets be real – I really loathe doing because that means I have to wait even longer to be horizontal and in pajamas.
So, in the event you’re like me and need something to get you excited so you can motivate yourself to get off of the couch, I’ve created my own comprehensive guide on what to wear for a girls’ night out. Because I don’t know about y’all… But if looking fly AF can’t motivate me to get my tuchus out the door, nothing will.
In this day and age, the word “feminist” has a negative connotation. It conjures images of women bra-burning in the streets or angrily yelling “smash the patriarchy”.
Well, this isn’t one of those posts. Partially because that’s not what feminism means to me and partially because I would never burn my bras. I need those puppies too much on a daily basis.
To me, being a feminist is simply having your actions strive towards the goal of gender equality. More than just equal wages. In my opinion, the goal of feminism is to have a day when we don’t even need to worry about equal pay. A day when the thought doesn’t even cross our minds. When women don’t get threatened for attempting to rise above their station or take what was historically a “man’s job”.