I don’t get this fear of defining the relationship, especially since it’s been six months. Like, what’s the worst that could happen? You actually communicate to each other clearly where you stand, because clear communication is the key to any relationship? You’ve been with this girl for six months (and I assume you haven’t been with anyone else in that time span), you clearly like her, so what’s the harm? Grow some balls, and go have the talk with her.
I think that’s a little presumptuous. We know nothing about the writer’s ethnicity or origin and definitely don’t know how familiar or unfamiliar she is with Indian culture.
While I appreciate the comment, I think it’s different to have your home evolve as you grow up vs not having it anymore at a way too young age, like what happened to myself and npage. It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain in words and is impossible to empathize with unless you’ve had the misfortune of having it happen to you.
My mom died while I was in college and my dad couldn’t afford to pay the mortgage on our home, so he moved out. He now lives with my stepmom at her home so I don’t actually have a “home” to go to anymore. It used to be a really shitty feeling for the first few years out of college as I put myself on the feet financially, but now I’m kind of immune to it.
I actually thought this part of the article was the best:
“The Postal Service still uses mediators trained in the transformative process to resolve disputes between employees under a program called Redress.”
What possible disputes can there be at the fucking post office? Did one overpaid government employee accidentally eat another overpaid government employee’s sandwich?
And while they’re at it, can they figure out why there’s always a line at the post office? Because if there’s one constant in life besides death and taxes, it’s a line at the post office.
“Unless you were raised in a trailer park on are an average Russian, you should not be drinking during this age range.”
I was raised by average Russians so I can attest to this. The first time I got drunk, I was 6 years old and decided to drink the leftover vodka in shot glasses after my parents’ dinner party had ended.
1.5 hours for a first date? Jesus. And here I thought, back when I was dating, that bringing a cologne bottle to work to use after work was a pain in the ass.
Valid point, although I guess then my question is why do you see, on average, more girls than guys in late 20s/early 30s looking for something serious?
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I don’t get this fear of defining the relationship, especially since it’s been six months. Like, what’s the worst that could happen? You actually communicate to each other clearly where you stand, because clear communication is the key to any relationship? You’ve been with this girl for six months (and I assume you haven’t been with anyone else in that time span), you clearly like her, so what’s the harm? Grow some balls, and go have the talk with her.
I think that’s a little presumptuous. We know nothing about the writer’s ethnicity or origin and definitely don’t know how familiar or unfamiliar she is with Indian culture.
I disagree. Some Americans are dumb, fat and lazy, while others are spoiled rich WASPs. Why is it okay to make fun of them and not another culture?
Dog walker.
This may come as a surprise, but PGP isn’t Vox or Jezebel.
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I hear ya, making friends after college is insanely difficult. Best of luck out there.
Oh and I hope you’ve banged Emily by now, or at least plan to.
10/10, would read. Also, Alex came out of the closet and is actually lesbian and Todd is banging his secretary.
They probably called it that because it sounds like the mother of all hangover cures.
Fuck you, Girl. Philadelphia rolls are delicious.
While I appreciate the comment, I think it’s different to have your home evolve as you grow up vs not having it anymore at a way too young age, like what happened to myself and npage. It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain in words and is impossible to empathize with unless you’ve had the misfortune of having it happen to you.
My mom died while I was in college and my dad couldn’t afford to pay the mortgage on our home, so he moved out. He now lives with my stepmom at her home so I don’t actually have a “home” to go to anymore. It used to be a really shitty feeling for the first few years out of college as I put myself on the feet financially, but now I’m kind of immune to it.
Damn who let the onion ninjas into PGP?
Also, great article, Rachel. This may be the first great one you’ve written here, so props.
^ if it’s a cocktail that deFries would enjoy, you should feel like your manhood took a hit.
You would drink cosmopolitans at a club.
Does your boyfriend know that you’re batshit crazy?
I actually thought this part of the article was the best:
“The Postal Service still uses mediators trained in the transformative process to resolve disputes between employees under a program called Redress.”
What possible disputes can there be at the fucking post office? Did one overpaid government employee accidentally eat another overpaid government employee’s sandwich?
And while they’re at it, can they figure out why there’s always a line at the post office? Because if there’s one constant in life besides death and taxes, it’s a line at the post office.
“Unless you were raised in a trailer park on are an average Russian, you should not be drinking during this age range.”
I was raised by average Russians so I can attest to this. The first time I got drunk, I was 6 years old and decided to drink the leftover vodka in shot glasses after my parents’ dinner party had ended.
1.5 hours for a first date? Jesus. And here I thought, back when I was dating, that bringing a cologne bottle to work to use after work was a pain in the ass.
Valid point, although I guess then my question is why do you see, on average, more girls than guys in late 20s/early 30s looking for something serious?