Thursday, January 10, 2013

Pics Or It Didn't Happen: Keeping It Classy In The Age Of Social Media

As a complete social media junkie, I understand the temptation to update everyone you've ever met in regular intervals of what you're doing. Cute new manicure? Instagram that shit. Going to a new bar? Better check in on facebook. Wearing a particularly cute outfit? You should probably post an Outfit of the Day post on your tumblr so your internet friends and acquaintances will think you're someone with style (even if this cute outfit is the first time you've been out of sweatpants in days).
I love OOTD posts as much as anyone
That being said, there are some people I'm sure I would like a lot better if I never saw them tweet again. People who hashtag #prettygirlproblems, I'm talking to you. Who are you trying to convince? Without sounding too much like my high school cheerleading coach when she handed out of "code of conduct" contracts to sign, your internet presence probably shouldn't make you look like a self-involved, drunken barbie with questionable morals an ego the size of One Direction's fan base.
Yep, I'm sure that's why.
Keeping it classy in this day and age is difficult when it takes all of two seconds to add a filter to a picture of you doing a keg stand and put it out there for the whole world and your grandma to see. But that's why it's all the more important. There seems to be an attitude amongst my generation that if you don't tweet about something it somehow didn't really happen. But I guarantee you, it did! My best friends and I had a girls night a few weekends ago while everyone was home from school. We didn't take any pictures. Guess what? It was still SO MUCH FUN. And no one had to know about it.
We did take pictures on NYE, but look! Everyone is fully clothed and no one looks like a hot mess (yet)
This is especially important when it comes to your more reckless decisions, like drunken injuries and especially rough nights out. Maybe it's just me, but if I'm struggling home at 5 AM with a sprained ankle because I fell off the table I was dancing on, I don't consider that my finest moment. Or one that I want my Facebook friends reading about.
So next time you feel the urge to whip out your phone and tweet about your walk of shame, your fifth selfie of the day, or your #princessproblems (Real tweet: "Ugh I hate painting my own nails! #princessproblems), RESIST. Try instead to keep your updates to your friends in the realm of the funny, relevant, and intelligent. If you're looking for inspiration, I'm hardcore in love with Mindy Kaling. In 10 years, you'll be really glad you did. (Trust me. I recently found my Xanga from 7th grade. It's not pretty).
This girl knows how to tweet.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I Get My News From Huffington Post (& Other Signs I Am Not A Real Adult)

As a big city collegiette, it's easy sometimes to be so caught up in my busy schedule of classes, work, and sorority business that I forget I'm only twenty years old (one month til 21!). I've always been "mature for my age" (whatever that means), and often like to think of myself as an adult. Thankfully, I'm not, because I much prefer this college version of pseudo-adulthood to the full-blown, real, bill-paying kind. So without further ado, the top five parts of my life that bring me down to earth and remind me that I'm not quite my mother yet.

1. My go-to source for news is The Huffington Post.
Because who doesn't love a website where you can get both analysis of the economy and a story about Kim Kardashian's maternity wardrobe? And who needs things like original stories when they can provide the links to the original stories? And who cares about the occasional typo? I just want to get enough world knowledge to feel like I'm up to date. I also want to read about the Haylor break-up. Sue me.

2. My bank account. Period.
Around this time of year after paying for Christmas presents, textbooks, and sorority dues, I start to get good morning texts every morning from my good friend Chase. By good morning texts, I mean low balance alerts. Nothing makes you wallow in self-loathing more than that text after every purchase letting you know that you really shouldn't have bought that salad from Panera.

3. My idea of a home-cooked meal usually involves something out of the freezer.
I love fast food. I love restaurant food. I love pretty much any food that someone else prepared for me. If it weren't for the current state of my finances, I would probably eat out every day, no shame. My fantasy life involves marrying rich so I can have an in-home chef. Clearly, I'm lazy when it comes to cooking. Sometimes I'll try to "be good" and make my boyfriend and I dinner. As adventurous as I've gotten with that is pasta with vodka sauce, and I was beyond proud. Nevermind the fact that he took over halfway through so I wouldn't burn the house down.

4. I don't know how to change a tire. Or do my taxes. 
Every year when it comes time for tax season, I call up my dad. In fact, writing this reminded me to add that to my to-do list. He works at a bank and knows all the good grown-up money things and does his own taxes every year. And mine. He has also been begging me for years to let him teach me how to change a tire, and I have thus far avoided it. That's what AAA is for, right? 

5. My laptop case is neon orange. I bought it at Victoria's Secret PINK.
This past semester, I started my observation hours at a high school. I already look like I'm about 14 years old, so I went out to New York & Company and bought some "teacher clothes" in an attempt to look a little more authoritative. However, nothing nullifies your authority like carrying a floral backpack and encasing your electronics in girly colored cases. I love my pink Vera Bradley Kindle case, but it doesn't really scream "serious young professional".