A character count connoisseur? An algorithm aficionado? As it turns out, the big bad internet has got you beat. (Okay, at least it had me beat). Yesterday afternoon The Upshot, the data-driven section of New York Times, put tweeters to … Continue reading
Yes, all of these things were said to me on various first dates. Yes, I went on a second date with one of these fine suitors. Yes, I’m still embarrassed about it. “So, I was thinking, maybe we could go back to … Continue reading
Attention incoming college freshman: I suggest you pre-order your Psychology 101 books instead of trading upperclassmen for a hand-me-down edition with a case of Bud Light. Why? There’s a new personality theorist in town: Facebook.
Skinner, Eysenck, Maslow and Freud are going to have to make some extra room at their lunch table (we hope that Zuckerberg wears pink on Wednesdays) because according to a new app created by Five Labs, our everyday actions on Facebook showcase enough of our personalities to generate immediate assessments (how are you feeling about that ” haha BRB lightin this blunt, YOLO” status right about now?)
After reading this NY Times post last week, I decided to give the personality tool a try, and I’m definitely not complaining about being compared to industry leaders like Bill Gates and Sheryl Sandberg along with my forever WCW Jennifer Lawrence (I can’t take all the credit on this one- I post about red wine and embarrassing moments a lot), but Facebook still doesn’t seem like the most…reliable judge of personality.
As someone who a) has experienced 8th grade and b) prefers a mix of classic, structured silhouettes and uber-feminine, dressy styles, jean shorts don’t typically play a large role in my fashion repertoire. However, as a die-hard Kelly Kapowski wannabe … Continue reading
The butt-dial has been a first-world burden since the dawn of the touchscreen phone, but late last week I was introduced to the butt-stalk via Instagram. I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my side … Continue reading
“Ugh I forgot to wash my face. But I’m already in bed…how dirty could my face possibly be? I should get up. I should totally get up. I should clean my room tomorrow. And organize my closet. And recycle.” Image … Continue reading
Blame it on the Merlot, or blame it on the fact that my head is permanently in the gutter, but I couldn’t help but notice how dirty the act of decorating a Christmas tree actually sounds if you close your … Continue reading
This morning my mother regretfully informed me that the stocking stuffer she was hoping to give me was no longer available for purchase. I laughed, I cried, and now I suppose I’ll share. Here I present myself, mug-ified.
I hate Sunday. And I particularly hate this Sunday, because so far all I’ve accomplished is oversleeping, regretting the amount of money I spent at the bar last night, and feigning enthusiasm over a football game—aka background noise to my … Continue reading