The Day of Atonement

It’s Yom Kippur but some of you probably don’t know what that means. It’s an important Jewish holiday. It’s the day of atonement. It’s the day we don’t eat from sunset to sunset. We’re also not supposed to shower or have sex. We spend this day reflecting on all the bad stuff we’ve done, and forgiving others who have done bad stuff to us– or at the very least, try to let it go.

Yes, I will spend most of this day watching the clock and counting the minutes until I can put food into my body. But to distract myself I often text friends and family (who are not readily available) an apology for something I’ve done this year or a fight we had or just negative vibes that I want to clear up. Mostly my friends are like “lol it ok :)” but some genuinely appreciate the sentiment and it leads to a deeper discussion about how we can treat each other the way we want to be treated.

After apologizing to a handful of people I realized, I need to apologize to myself (but maybe you, a more in-tune with yourself person than I, do this already). I treated myself like shit for a lot of the year. Like even when I was trying to help myself (hello getting drunk to forget my problems!) I didn’t go about it in a healthy way and ended up puking on my front lawn (HELLOOOO getting drunk to forget my problems!) I was annoying and mean and frustrating and rude and moody and impatient and disrespectful and unforgiving this year, all to me!! My own damn self!! Cue Spider-Man pointing at Spider-Man meme.

When I started this thought process I worried it might be frivolous. I practice self care, I take bubble baths! But spending time forgiving myself for the mental anguish I put myself through…..that feels like I would be better off setting money on fire. It feels spoiled. It feels like I deserve to always have this pit inside of me, anxiety that makes me scratch my skin off and pull out my hair, panic attacks where I can’t breathe, depression where I don’t want to. But why?

It’s ridiculous that it feels shameful for me to admit that I deserve to have an okay time inside my own head. Just like I want to heal my friendships, I want to be able to heal my friendship with myself. Like I would tell a friend, you DESERVE to feel safe and okay and content inside your body, I want to give myself the same message.

I want to tell myself that I should always treat myself with kindness, and that I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you both mentally and physically. I want to tell her that I understand why she is making mistakes, and that she doesn’t deserve a public flogging just because she didn’t try her best or fell into an old habit. Every day doesn’t have to be your best. Days can be days. It only takes 21 days to break a habit or make a new, better one. I want to forgive myself for hanging on to toxic people. I want to forgive myself for then feeling bad that the toxic person feels bad that I won’t let them into my life anymore. I want to forgive myself for spiraling. I want to forgive myself for laying on the floor and not getting up.

I want to forgive myself for not always being able to protect her. I want to forgive myself for being afraid to ask for help. I want to forgive, and I want to feel good.

As with all apologies, it should never end with a “but.” If it does, you’re not actually sorry. I am ending my apology with a promise to do better. I am sorry “AND.” I am sorry to myself and this year I will do better. I am sorry to myself and this year I will be more gentle. I am sorry to myself and this year I will be more patient. I am sorry to myself and this year I will practice saying no, more. I am sorry to myself and this year I will admit to myself and others that I have limits and boundaries and spaces that I don’t want crossed. I am sorry to myself and I forgive me too.

Now, who wants a bagel?

The New 5 Love Languages

“Likes” & Comments Of Affirmation

For this person, nothing means more to them than a like or a comment on the ‘gram. Compliments, especially of the heart-eye emoji variety are the very definition of love. “Babe you look *kissy emoji* *kissy emoji* *100 emoji* *fire emoji* is akin to  being kissed deeply on their soul. If you’re not #teamfollowback, you won’t last long.

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Acts Of Postmates Service

Can having a stranger deliver a bean and cheese burrito to your house at 9pm on a Wednesday be an act of love? Absolutely! The words this person wants to hear most are, “what’s the address?” but they don’t want YOU to deliver it yourself. Part of the act of this service is the service of not forcing them to see anybody they know while they’re not wearing any makeup, have worn the same pajamas for three days, or have a life shattering pimple. How is this different from gifts? It’s not. “Thank you so much for taking care of me baby xxx”

Quality FaceTime

Say, “I love you,” with your semi-divided attention, all the damn time. You’re not just there for the person with Quality FaceTime as their love language, you’re there for them when you’re in the shower, on the toilet, eating dinner, at the club, in the car…seeing your face 24/7 even in bad lighting lets this person feel special and loved. Watch out for poor signal and areas without wifi.

Butt Touch

They just want you to touch their butt. They want a booty rub. They want a butt slap. They want your hand in their pocket Peter Kavinsky style. Whether you’re laying at home in bed or walking down the street–your hand had better find its way to that tush even if it’s flat, bubble, wide, little, dimpled, stretch marked, tattooed, or what. “Butt touch” is the 2018 hand hold.

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Gifts

Yeah, gifts are still gifts. Gimme.

The Real Different Kinds Of Guys You Date In Your Twenties

This may be some Carrie Bradshaw shit, but we’re so tired of those trope-laden listicles about the kind of men you date in your twenties. They’re not good and they’re not accurate!! So we’ve created our own listicle about the real men you date in your twenties– if you’re dating men. The absolute monsters, the duds, the creeps, and the sort of good ones.

We would say “beware the following,” but this is the kind of bullshit you’ll put up with from 20 to 29. Hopefully when you’re 30 you’ll know better (you won’t!)

The Former Film Student

It doesn’t matter if he studied at NYU, USC, or Emerson. This guy thinks he’s PTA (that’s Paul Thomas Anderson. Can you even name three of his films?) and he’s working on a screenplay with his friend Josh that no one is allowed to see until it’s done. They went to Columbia together–that’s Columbia College, Chicago. He wants to take you to a movie in the park so he can lean over every ten minutes and explain it to you. He wears the same shirt every day and willfully ignores significant pop culture moments. Somehow you’re charmed???

The Bartender

He doesn’t get off until like 11 p.m. at the earliest so most of your dates are late night. It’s pretty cool at first until you realize you’re fucking exhausted and drunk all the time. He sleeps all day. He introduces you to new and exciting cocktails that you will order on subsequent dates to impress them. You never see him in daylight. He’s sad all the time because his days consist of sleeping and then going to work for long hours in a dark bar with drunk people. You end it with a text.

The Friend Of A Friend

You met him at your college best friend’s party. They’ve known each other since they were 12. You thought he was totally hot. You hook up for a few nights before realizing that it’s making your college friend uncomfortable. He moves states anyway.

The Ex Boyfriend You Can’t Seem To Quit

You dated for 4 months and then you broke up. You got back together and dated for almost a year. Then you broke up. Then you got back together, broke up, and got back together again. You might be broken up right now, but you’re totally getting back together later. Unless he’s fucking that girl you broke up with him for last time. Then you are never getting back together, like ever.

The Guy You Met On Tinder You Just Realized Was Racist

The date is going really well. He looks like his pictures, he has a cool job, and the conversation is interesting. You’re thinking this could really be going somewhere until he says something fishy about the Asian community in your area. You ask him to elaborate. It only gets worse. Check, please!

The Guy Who Introduced You To His Work Friends As His “Cousin”

He took you on a date to his WeWork space for wine and cheese night. You like a casual date, but this feels perhaps a little too casual. He introduces you to his co-workers as his “cousin.” Game over. He answers a phone call from his mother in front of you and puts it on speaker while they fight for 15 minutes. Game Over.

The Guy You Went To Middle School With Only You’re Hooking Up Now

You weren’t really friends in middle school (he was cool and you weren’t), but you were home in the suburbs and swiped right on each other. He grabs your boob in your mom’s car and fucks you in his childhood bedroom when his parents aren’t home. It’s a little nostalgic but mostly depressing.

The Guy You’re Never Going To Meet But You’re Emotionally Invested In

You met on an app when you were on vacation/in another state/west of the 405 and he is probably your soulmate. You talk for hours and have sizzling chemistry. You get jealous when you think he’s going on dates or if a girl comments on his Instagram. You’re probably never meeting in real life, but he’s YOURS damnit!

The Guy Who Won’t Have Sex With You On Your Period

He has no problem with you whacking him off in his bed, in the car, at the bar, in a house, on a mouse, anywhere. But blood is his kryptonite. You’re bleeding?? Sorry his penis is terrified. His fingers can’t even go down there! It doesn’t matter that you’re wearing a Diva Cup! This wittle baybee is scawed. Also, he still wants you to suck his dick.

The Guy Who Won’t Open Your Insta DM But Tagged You In A Photo Like A Monster

You went on a few dates around town, but conversation has fizzled. One day you look at your phone and realize there’s a notification. He’s tagged you in a photo from when you went to a sports game together, like a psychopath. WHO DOES THAT?? You DM him to say hey and mention that you saw it, but he doesn’t open it for days. He doesn’t open it at all. What the fuck?

The Good Guy You’re Not Attracted To

He listens, he laughs, he pays for your dates. He thinks you’re pretty even when you have no makeup on and a lot of hormonal acne. He’s genuinely interested in your mind, body, and soul. But he’s not doing it for you. You’re just not that into him. Never mind that he would probably Postmates you hungover Chick-fil-A or listen to you complain about your mom. He’s not unattractive, he’s just not….an asshole 😦