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Sass & The City

After watching one too many Sex & The City episodes, I find myself feeling like a modern day Carrie Bradshaw — complete with the whole ballerina-tulle-skirt and too expensive shoes — when it comes to dealing with love, relationships and feeling the need to write a column about all that misery. Because let's face it, sometimes I feel like a walking encyclopedia where many of my girl friends — and even guy friends — turn to if they're looking for advice. ...

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Generation Wh-Y (Not)

Generation Y - Christine Smeyers - C & The City

Millennial. It almost has a bad ring to it, doesn't it. It doesn't sound like something as positive as when they came up with the name when our generation came of age. When I speak of our Generation Y — another brilliant name they came up with — I speak of the 20-somethings trying to figure out life, step by step or step back by step back. Because honestly, we don't know what the fuck we're doing half the time, falling and stumbling and running hungover on the tracks of life, and the previous generations watch us closely from the...

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The Perks & Struggles of Being Vertically Untalented

[ezcol_1half] I love being short. About a solid 27% of the time. Just like I love working out when I shamelessly haven't been to the gym in 7 weeks; it feels good for a brief moment until you realize once again what a pain in the (sweaty) butt it is. At a solid 163cm or 5'4, the holy grail of Asos considers me just small enough to shop their wondrous 'petite collection' and so I consider myself a petite human being among our giant population that only seems to exist of supermodels walking the earth. And all because my body decided to maintain...

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Why can't life be like a movie; a beautiful costume drama with endless green gardens and the most overwhelming sunsets. With a whirlwind of events, gorgeous gentlemen and endless running around in the English countryside leading up to one mere thing: to find happiness -against all odds- in the arms of the average imperfect perfect Sir Bumblewood.I've been doing a lot of running lately and not in the sense of soul-searching through the English woods and finding myself while chasing sheep. More the running away and hiding under the covers kind. I ran away from work and the most horrible...

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