The luxury apartment thing is becoming a huge issue in DC. I live in a nice apartment building, but it’s still within my price range. I also have a roommate and the smaller bedroom, so she pays more for the Master. But a friend who lives alone in a one-bedroom in my building legitimately asked me why I have a roommate if I make over a certain amount of money. The amount she offered was not a lot for DC and not much less than my current salary. I told her because I was striving to save at least 20-25% of my income. She was surprised and admitted that she wasn’t saving anything. I know so many people who make perfectly fine salaries but still live paycheck to paycheck.
Or my absolute favorite, “Happy birthday to my dad/grandma/dog who doesn’t have Instagram, but here’s a pic of me in my wedding dress with them anyway.”
Thanks so much for sharing. This so hard and why I never ask my married friends when they’re going to have kids. A friend of mine wanted children desperately and hasn’t been able to have them. Meanwhile her twin sister was popping them out left and right and people kept asking when she was finally going to have one. It was so hurtful to her and her husband, and she felt like she was so alone since infertility still isn’t widely talked about and it still feels like there’s a stigma. Good for you for talking about it, because this is such a real thing that I bet more people experience than we realize.
A few people I know from college post about their babies incessantly and some even refer to their kid using the royal we, as in, “we started eating solid foods today.” I purposefully do not like or engage with anyone who goes overboard with baby stuff on social media. Unless your kid is actually doing something super cute or amazing, 9/10 times I don’t fucking care about it.
There is no such thing as too many puppies. Just don’t use purposefully misspelled words or baby talk when personifying your dog describing their daily life to make them seem cuter. They’ve already got everything they need to be adorable AF. Except a rain coat. Get that puppy a rain coat because shit is so damn cute.
At least you have a door you can close to deter at least some people. I’m in a cube bordered by two heavily trafficked hallways near the kitchen, so I’m the first person everyone sees as they leave the kitchen or the last person they see on the way there. I’ve perfected my bitchy “I’m eating lunch at my desk because I’m just SO BUSY” face even though I’m clearly just reading PGP.
I’m not going to judge anyone for their trust funds, because I’m sure I’d be milking that if I could. I just mean it’s a waste of time to compare your own financial situation to someone else’s based on what they have because you have no idea where the money came from.
Except that all you see is the super Instagrammable house. What they didn’t show off at the housewarming party was the crippling debt of a mortgage they can’t afford or the crumbling relationship because they work so much or the trust fund that actually financed the house. And even if they are just super happy and successful, at the end of the day, you can’t take it with you.
Three quarters of this list sounds like it was written by a 16 year old girl who has never had a real boyfriend and just read Twilight for the first time.
Oh you know Timothee called her as soon as Todd and Girl left his office to discuss ways to manipulate Girl into doing what her mom wants. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as they say.
I did some drunk deep cleaning the other day and put away all my cold weather clothes after two days above 70 in DC. I’m living by the mantra “dress for the weather you want, not the weather you have.” I’m still cold but I can’t go back now.
Agree with the in-office drinking, false-weekend vibe. Our newest partner is a whisky distiller, and we had an in-office tasting yesterday afternoon complete with all sorts of snacks (cheese, crackers, bread, fruit, brownies, cookies, etc.). It was awesome, but it made Wednesday feel like a Friday and now today feels like such a bummer.
Blowing a shit ton of money on an mountain destination wedding simply because she wants the pics for Instagram (because you know Girl doesn’t actually like being in the great outdoors).
Good god they’re worse than the hipsters in the NYT. I looked at their registry and they’re also asking for four couples massages, money toward a home library that they call “The Howard Library Fund,” $65 salad utensils, and a $95 dollar casserole dish. Someone bought that damn vacuum though.
Living alone is amazing. You do have to be more proactive about getting out of the house, but it gets pretty easy. I actually got out of the house more and did more stuff living alone than when I lived with friends because I couldn’t be as lazy about it. You eventually find a routine and don’t have to try as hard. Plus, once you live alone you can have people over whenever you want and not worry about if it’s inconveniencing anyone else.
And yes, there’s no one to blame things on, but there’s also no one’s annoying habits to deal with. When you come home at the end of a long day exhausted and irritated, you don’t have to come home to another person’s mess/dishes/shitty TV show.
As for keeping things clean- that’s a learning curve I guess. I lived alone for a year and never got out of the habit of taking my pants off as soon as I got home and just leaving them in a pile by the front door.
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The luxury apartment thing is becoming a huge issue in DC. I live in a nice apartment building, but it’s still within my price range. I also have a roommate and the smaller bedroom, so she pays more for the Master. But a friend who lives alone in a one-bedroom in my building legitimately asked me why I have a roommate if I make over a certain amount of money. The amount she offered was not a lot for DC and not much less than my current salary. I told her because I was striving to save at least 20-25% of my income. She was surprised and admitted that she wasn’t saving anything. I know so many people who make perfectly fine salaries but still live paycheck to paycheck.
This level of self awareness from Katie and Caroline is throwing me off.
Or my absolute favorite, “Happy birthday to my dad/grandma/dog who doesn’t have Instagram, but here’s a pic of me in my wedding dress with them anyway.”
Thanks so much for sharing. This so hard and why I never ask my married friends when they’re going to have kids. A friend of mine wanted children desperately and hasn’t been able to have them. Meanwhile her twin sister was popping them out left and right and people kept asking when she was finally going to have one. It was so hurtful to her and her husband, and she felt like she was so alone since infertility still isn’t widely talked about and it still feels like there’s a stigma. Good for you for talking about it, because this is such a real thing that I bet more people experience than we realize.
A few people I know from college post about their babies incessantly and some even refer to their kid using the royal we, as in, “we started eating solid foods today.” I purposefully do not like or engage with anyone who goes overboard with baby stuff on social media. Unless your kid is actually doing something super cute or amazing, 9/10 times I don’t fucking care about it.
There is no such thing as too many puppies. Just don’t use purposefully misspelled words or baby talk when personifying your dog describing their daily life to make them seem cuter. They’ve already got everything they need to be adorable AF. Except a rain coat. Get that puppy a rain coat because shit is so damn cute.
My friend and I were just talking about that. The average attractiveness level of this group is way below past season.
At least you have a door you can close to deter at least some people. I’m in a cube bordered by two heavily trafficked hallways near the kitchen, so I’m the first person everyone sees as they leave the kitchen or the last person they see on the way there. I’ve perfected my bitchy “I’m eating lunch at my desk because I’m just SO BUSY” face even though I’m clearly just reading PGP.
I’m not going to judge anyone for their trust funds, because I’m sure I’d be milking that if I could. I just mean it’s a waste of time to compare your own financial situation to someone else’s based on what they have because you have no idea where the money came from.
Except that all you see is the super Instagrammable house. What they didn’t show off at the housewarming party was the crippling debt of a mortgage they can’t afford or the crumbling relationship because they work so much or the trust fund that actually financed the house. And even if they are just super happy and successful, at the end of the day, you can’t take it with you.
Add willing to communicate (or at least willing to try) and a date night every few weeks to that list and you’re basically God’s gift to women.
I think the actual bar for what most grown women expect is much lower than this, honestly.
Three quarters of this list sounds like it was written by a 16 year old girl who has never had a real boyfriend and just read Twilight for the first time.
Oh you know Timothee called her as soon as Todd and Girl left his office to discuss ways to manipulate Girl into doing what her mom wants. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as they say.
I did some drunk deep cleaning the other day and put away all my cold weather clothes after two days above 70 in DC. I’m living by the mantra “dress for the weather you want, not the weather you have.” I’m still cold but I can’t go back now.
Agree with the in-office drinking, false-weekend vibe. Our newest partner is a whisky distiller, and we had an in-office tasting yesterday afternoon complete with all sorts of snacks (cheese, crackers, bread, fruit, brownies, cookies, etc.). It was awesome, but it made Wednesday feel like a Friday and now today feels like such a bummer.
Blowing a shit ton of money on an mountain destination wedding simply because she wants the pics for Instagram (because you know Girl doesn’t actually like being in the great outdoors).
Good god they’re worse than the hipsters in the NYT. I looked at their registry and they’re also asking for four couples massages, money toward a home library that they call “The Howard Library Fund,” $65 salad utensils, and a $95 dollar casserole dish. Someone bought that damn vacuum though.
Living alone is amazing. You do have to be more proactive about getting out of the house, but it gets pretty easy. I actually got out of the house more and did more stuff living alone than when I lived with friends because I couldn’t be as lazy about it. You eventually find a routine and don’t have to try as hard. Plus, once you live alone you can have people over whenever you want and not worry about if it’s inconveniencing anyone else.
And yes, there’s no one to blame things on, but there’s also no one’s annoying habits to deal with. When you come home at the end of a long day exhausted and irritated, you don’t have to come home to another person’s mess/dishes/shitty TV show.
As for keeping things clean- that’s a learning curve I guess. I lived alone for a year and never got out of the habit of taking my pants off as soon as I got home and just leaving them in a pile by the front door.
I love my parents, but looking through 1,000 pictures my dad took with his iPad on their trip to Italy the last time I was home was absolute torture.