What is it? Twenty-five when you can vote, drink and rent a car? I think it’s twenty-five. After which there’s really nowhere to go, milestone-wise.
Commit. No matter how crappy or ridiculous.
It’s not actually fair to impose mid-80s suburban Massachusetts fashion standards on, well, anyone.
I must have been in a fabulous mood that day because I kept thinking back to what my mother would say when I said I hated the babysitter.
It was a rollicking 26 seconds and we learned some important lessons.
Don’t be deterred by The Aggressive Math Review Stage! Those tears were the tears of a rookie.
We don’t need to go back in time and create a ton of work for ourselves baking bread and fighting cholera in order to keep our friends around.
You know that deep breath moment? The make-it-or-break-it moment, the positive thinking moment? The moment when you hand your fate over to visualization or karma or any other hocus-pocus that is going to help free your kid from his tiled prison?
Does self-help ever help anyone? I doubt it. The best help of all is clicking Place Your Order, feeling that rush of consumerism and knowing that a present will be on your doorstep in just two days.
And just like that, Hug a Gwyneth Paltrow Today faded into the distance. But you should probably hug her anyway, even if she sounds ridiculous sometimes. I don’t think she means it.