Tag: 30

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Career Puberty. Gross.

Being a woman in my thirties is weird enough. I’m not married and I don’t have kids. So, you know, I’m “different.” I live downtown instead of the suburbs and I like to stay busy at concerts, tailgates, happy hours, networking events, and dinners out. Inside, I still feel like I’m 22. But I know I’ve accomplished and learned a lot in life and… Read more →

Shit. I’m 30.

Does anything else need to be said?   “But this is the greatest decade of your life”, they proclaim.   “Nothing REALLY important happens until your thirties”, they say.   “No one takes you seriously in your career until your thirties”, they offer.   “People find themselves in their thirties”, they suggest.   Who the fuck are “they”?  I think… Read more →