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Each year, the clock strikes midnight - cheers of jubilee rattle the streets - we kiss, we joy, we settle into the new year... and then t...

The night is young in the city of angels. Amongst the divas and devils, and pilgrims and nativity, Hollywood is a place where the holiday...

It’s not really a matter of applying for the job: Via Monster, Indeed or ZipRecruiter with that swelteringly hot resume that includes Zet...

I take a solemn look around the room: a mess of once-bitten chocolate bars; piles of clothes — clean and soiled — littering the room; paj...

That time of the year: March. And April. You find yourself a bit angrier than usual. A bit more frustrated by simple navigation. A bit mo...

Growing up: (Marseille, France) A constant déjà vu. The Thought Catalog had a pretty good idea about the woes of getting old: From bills ...

I see why so much independence has cultivated in you once you’re 30: people really give you s__t once you’ve turned 18. Friends become di...

The only difference between me in Paris and Beyonce in Paris is where she stays. She might stay in a 5-star hotel and have a chef that se...

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants did us all a disservice when it romanticized the elation and euphoria that is the typical study-abr...

Being yourself is hard, if you truly understand what it means to be yourself. In accepting your flaws, demanding respect, and being okay ...