One of my first transitional "adult" experiences was studying abroad in London when I was 19 years old. I was old enough to drink legally in the UK but also too young to know how to basically do anything correctly on my own, at all. As you can imagine, it was a potent combination.Yet, in addition

My mom and I disagree on fashion. When we go shopping together, she always picks out clothes for a generation older than me; frumpy, dull and the cut of which would do me no favours. I'll admit, it's hard to keep up with my mercurial tastes, but at age 27, I see no need to dress like my mom just

Sometimes I do this thing where I forget to change. True, the forgetting part is usually alcohol-induced. It’s an oversight. To elaborate, because I realize that you’re enthralled by this article’s hook, me “forgetting to change” looks like this: 1. I wear an outfit to work, 2. I go out for ...