Youth Tag

I’ve heard many personal accounts from friends who suffer from the frequently talked-about, “Resting Bitch Face.” These friends are sick and tired of people asking them, “What’s wrong?” and telling them they need to smile more. They can’t help that their face invokes fear into every fiber of random onlookers’ being – they were just made that way. And while I can try to sympathize, I can’t say that I really understand what that’s like. Because while they’re trying to stop people from assuming they are habitually pissed off, I’mRead More

Dear Awkward Teenager, I’m staring my late-twenties in the face, but I still couldn’t tell you the details of their anatomy. It’s funny how I still manage to daydream the way you do during 4th period only to be awoken by the lunch bell. So much changes, but so much stays the same. Trust me on this, sometimes it’s best to just embrace the unknown as opposed to finding out the answers immediately. Honestly, some questions or prayers will go unanswered for what seems like an eternity, but that’s onlyRead More

In my high school, band kids were nerdy. We were great at what we did, winning marching and concert contests every year, but we were nerdy. We stuck in our own little cliques, formed in 5th and 6th grade when we chose our instruments and started out, and still today I feel like I am connected to the people I met through band, at least in some way. I still follow them on facebook, and several of them, my closest friends, I still see and talk to on a regularRead More

My early twenties, the years of my mindless actions, died as the third decade of my life became closer than the beginning of my 20th year of my existence. The first half of my twenties took their final breath surrounded by the experiences and knowledge I gained through the journey called life. Those years are survived by my friends that stood by me when I wanted to run from myself, my family that loved me for better or for worse, and my new view on the latter half of myRead More

The moment I turned 18, I threw myself a VIP-access, glitz and glamour, dance party extravaganza…because technically, I no longer had to call myself a teenager. I had finally emerged from adolescence alive. I felt like Batman because I had clawed my way out Bane’s inescapable pit. I wholeheartedly believed that the rest of my life was waiting with a bigger and better everything. I simply couldn’t wait to hop on a plane with my dream in my cardigan, and never look back. Simply being an adult empowers me toRead More

It’s over. The champ has championed Augusta National for a second time in three years. Bubba Watson dons the coveted Green Jacket yet again. What’s the best part of all this? Maybe the fact that we won’t hear Jim Nantz utter the cliché, “coveted Green Jacket,” for another year. I kid, I kid. The best part of the 2014 Masters was the outpouring of talent on display by the sport’s young, up-and-coming stars. Such as: Gary Woodland I raved about this guy after day one, and what did he doRead More

Kids are getting dumber. Okay, not dumber, but definitely less intellectual. It’s a proven fact. We have such a religious-like belief in controlling a child’s diet; as kids, we’re told that one sugar cookie or half of a coca cola is like a ‘gateway food,’ and it will surely lead to chronic obesity down the road. But as we spend all of our OCD energy on monitoring what children eat, we forget about the importance of a healthy mind. Just go to any high school, or mall, or just aboutRead More

This week, the Tonight Show returned to its New York roots as Jimmy Fallon took over. To some, it signals a welcome ending to an era. But to others, such as yours truly, it brings back fond memories of the past two decades.   Satellite TV Jay Leno is an only child, and so am I. Throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school, my parents and I would finish every evening by watching Jay Leno on the east coast NBC station (meaning on the west coast it was 8:30).Read More

If you’re reading this, hopefully you’re a child of the same era as I am. I was born in 1990. I am 23. And the following things make me nostalgic-as-hell for the good ol’ days of my youth. So, grab a box of Kleenex, turn on some Lit or Sugar Ray, sit on your bean-bag chair, and reminisce on the days when things were truly golden.   The appropriate music for viewing this article: #5 – Wall Ball I don’t give one single fuck how mature and cultured you thinkRead More