I love my Leatherman. I love my Leatherman so much that I take it just about everywhere. To me, there is little better than fitting…
In The Problem with Little White Girls…, I posed a problem. Millions of mostly unskilled men and women were traveling to developing countries with one mission…
It’s hard to talk about money and not get squeamish. Whether you have it or you don’t, there’s something innately vulgar about bringing wealth up…
It started with dinners. Ten to twenty people, a few pizzas, and a topic – the state of politics in America. Every month or so,…
My life is divided into two distinct time periods – during and after I got things because I was cute. The line between the two…
As a writer, it is my job to write. Turning an article or manuscript in late, or not turning it in at all, is the…
I was recently lucky enough to spend a Saturday at the Women’s Media Center for a media training organized for members of The FBomb’s editorial…
The first time I was paid to write something was a little over a year ago. It was the first of a few articles I did…
In August 2013, I filed the paperwork to withdraw from Barnard College. I had just turned 21, had been working on a business for over…