Warning: this is not quiz, nor is this a listicle. In an ironic twist, this post will require you to read full sentences about a massive cultural shift toward the written picture, a.k.a the emoji.

How fluent are you?

If you’re 18, I’d bet that emoji is basically your first language. Your captions need nothing but a peach emoji to rack up 175 likes. Nevermind the fact that the peach emoji doesn’t seem to have anything to do with that harmless #selfie you posted wearing new lip gloss. Was it peach flavored perhaps? We’ll never know.

If you’re 25, you’re bilingual. You mix words (although not too many) with emojis, which really enhance your caption game. Gone apple picking? Post that candid apple picking Kodak moment with a big ole #basic, alongside the celebration hands and apple emojis. (If you’re not sure what basic means in this context, imagine a Converse-wearing 20something girl sipping a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks while picking said apples in a flannel button down and army green jacket. After her rendevous  through the orchard, she’ll bake an apple pie using a recipe she found on Pinterest. Do you see her now? Her name is Amanda, or Katie, or Jessica.) You’ll get around 35 likes on that pic, but have neared 75 on a good day.

No matter where you fall on the emoji-use spectrum, the real trend is this: everyone is using them. Your mom, too. According to new Instagram data, the proof is in the caption. Over 40% of Instagram posts now include an emoji, which may have prompted the photo-driven social platform to allow the hashtagging of emojis. That means you can search by your favorite icon. Not to mention, there are more than ever: last month, Unicode 8.0 launched an updated set of emojis with varied skin tones, among other new symbols, and if all goes as planned, Unicode 9.0 will add dozens more to the mix next year.

So what’s the draw about emojis? There’s something comical about them. They’re also perfectly vague. They can be a conversation starter or a polite conversation ender. They say everything and nothing all at once. And deciphering them is half the fun. (Misinterpretted emoji texts are a story for another day.)

If you’re unsure about emojis, you best kick your uncertainty to the curb. The pesky little symbols are venturing beyond texts and photo captions and into online copy and emails. They’re even grounds for t-shirt designs, costumes and home décor. (The centerpiece of my best friend’s couch is an emoji pillow. The exact emoji will remain nameless.)

The bottom line: emojis are becoming a facet of our culture and the way we communicate, and Millennials are driving this trend. If you need any more proof, just take a look at custom keyboards from hit comedy Broad City to the Lone Star State (I’m downloading it just for the taco) to NCAA teams (Go Irish).

In my moments of deep and introspective thought, I have wondered: are we regressing to hieroglyphics? King Tut may have been ahead of his time.

Age is a funny thing. Half the time I can’t believe I’m already 25. The other half of the time I can’t believe I’m only 25.

If you’re in your 20s, you know what I’m talking about. We’re juggling a constant juxtaposition of being too old or too young.

You’re already 25. Only five more years to make it on the 30 Under 30 List.
You’re only 25. And you want a promotion?

The pressure from both ends can confuse our definition of success relative to age. But let’s take a step back and forget age for a moment. What defines success, period? To answer that question, I’ve thought long and hard about the best advice I’ve been given from some of the most impactful people in my life. They’ve given me reasons to get up everyday and be a better version of myself. Here’s what I’ve learned:

Always do your best. Your best is probably better than you think. Don’t sell yourself short. Out-read, out-practice, out-study your peers and walk into any situation with the gift of preparation in your back pocket. If you know you’ve truly done all you could to get ready for that meeting, exam or pitch, then relax. Your best is enough.

Be a nice person. Have you ever met someone who walks into a room and they just have it? They’re smart and they’re funny. But most of all, they’re nice. They radiate something that makes people take note, sit up a little straighter, laugh a little louder. They build people up, not tear people down. They infuse positivity into everything they do. And it makes all the difference. Be one of these people. There are fewer of them than you think.

Say yes. It’s one of the first things your parents try to teach you: the meaning of “no”. But what about “yes”? Do you say it enough? Yes means yes, just like no means no. It means that when someone needs something, your answer is straightforward: yes. (Even if on the inside you have no idea how to make yes happen, you will. Because if you learned anything from Dr. Seuss it’s that you’ll go some great places, and kid, you’ll move mountains.) Be known as a “Yes Person.”

…but know when to say no. It’s not easy. Next time you have the choice between yes and no, remember this: there’s one of you. You can’t say yes to everything and still live a sane life. Sometimes you have to do less, better. Don’t be afraid to say that your best depends on saying yes to fewer things, and give someone else the chance to help you out. You’ll see who your fellow Yes People are in that moment. Keep them close.

Learn something from everyone. Every single person on this planet knows something you don’t. You just have to be willing to learn from them. Make every exchange an opportunity to grow. Ask questions, listen and take notes (mentally or literally). You’ll walk away smarter because of it.

Treat yo self. While the original credit goes to TV series Parks and Recreation, a former colleague (who is a nice person and a Yes Person and a smart person all in one) made this a recurring theme in an otherwise intense work environment. There comes a point where you need to unplug and make time for you. Plan a vacation, a happy hour, a day with absolutely NOTHING on the books. Because life is too short to live without rewards. If you don’t break up the daily grind with some fun, there’s a good chance you’ll burn out. So go ahead, say it with me now. Treat yo self. And don’t forget to laugh.

FOMO (Fear of missing out). Because according to your Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram feeds, everyone is doing something awesome right now (even if they aren’t).

Sundays. Because the next day is Monday. And five days of deadlines, meetings and the feeling like you need to stop and reevaluate your life make you nauseous. #SundayFunday

Your desk job. Because now your pants are tighter and your cortisol levels are higher. Cool.

Your rent. Because it makes your bank account look so…empty.

The holidays. Because you have to spend money that you didn’t budget for in the 11 months prior. You also realize how much more fun Christmas was when you were five. Hey Santa, remember me? I miss you.

Birthdays. Because it’s scary getting old. (Thanks for that, Lorde. Btw you’re 15.)

The gym. Because planning to go after work is a great idea until something (anything) better comes up.

Setting #goals. Because you’re not sure whether to base them on a squad, relationship or life in general.

Dating. Because Grouper doesn’t really count.

…Dating. Because people in the Real World do not come with background checks…which can be terrifying for multiple reasons.

Getting dressed in the morning. Because thanks to your desk job, and resulting struggle to hit your 10,000 daily steps, certain options are now off-limits. And despite multiple reports that leggings should not be worn as pants, you’re running late and leggings have never seemed like a more perfect option right now.

Hangovers. Because you were warned that you would not always be able to drink like a fish and be fresh as a daisy all within 12 hours. And right now you’re paying for it with a headache that rivals a 10.0 on the on Richter scale. Cheers.

Sleep. Because you never get enough even though you sleep five times more than you did in college. And you’re ten times more tired than you were in college.

Laundry. Because Mom lives so far away…and going back home to visit with three duffel bags filled with dirty clothes just doesn’t seem acceptable anymore. Probably because it isn’t.

Grocery shopping. Because you don’t have the time or arm strength to haul everything you need (or want) back home.

Vacation. Wait…what vacation?

Wedding season. Because every weekend is wedding season.

Bars. Because the older you get, the more unsure you are of where you belong. Is this an underage establishment? A post grad hangout filled with depressed 23 year-olds pretending like they’re still in college? Or worse…a post grad hangout filled with depressed 30 year-olds pretending like they’re still in college?

Friends. Because you don’t all live in the same hometown or 1 mile radius on campus anymore. True friendship takes effort.

Family. Because there are days when you just need a hug from your mom or dad. But then there’s this strange internal conflict you feel because you’re unsure if you should miss your family this much. You’re in your twenties and supposed to be independent and strong. But you’re also human.

You know what makes it all better? The realization that you’ve got a whole generation of twenty-somethings feeling your feelings. You’re not alone.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

yeah, right.

Does anyone actually sit down and read a newspaper in its entirety anymore? Let’s be honest, sometimes the news is simply depressing. From the next celebrity divorce to American politics to the ups-and-downs that define a global economy, I’d understand why some might turn away from the news for the sake of preserving mental health. But honestly, even if the front page of the Wall Street Journal read “Fountain of Youth Discovered in South Dakota” or “Income No Longer Taxed in America” I have a feeling I know what you’d read: the headline. Okay, maybe you’d read the headline and the first paragraph. But that’s it.

I admit that I’m guilty of being a headliner. I read the headlines on the New York Times website, skim the front page and Personal Journal section of the Wall Street Journal, and regularly browse AdWeek and PRWeek’s top stories that, for a marketing nerd, read like candy. Yet more often than not, my interaction with the news goes something like this:

LINDSAY LOHAN CHECKS INTO AND OUT OF JAIL  It was all downhill for her after Mean Girls.


LSU TOPS BCS RANKINGS  LSU is not my alma matter, therefore this means nothing to me.

THOUSANDS PROTEST NEW OIL PIPELINE  Weren’t we supposed to run out of oil in 2008 or something? I know I started to read a book on it…


How do you get your news? I’ve noticed more image-driven slideshows or “today’s news in pictures” on news websites. I’ll admit to occasionally learning about top headlines through my friends’ tweets, although those headlines aren’t necessarily what I’d call “breaking news.” So Kim Kardashian is getting divorced?  Good to know…Red cups back at Starbucks…this calls for a celebration!!! And so it goes.

For those of you who stuck it out and read this post, thanks. Sometimes it’s not so bad to read between the headlines.

Once upon a time I was a little Catholic school girl. The day began and ended with a prayer, and Religion class was sandwiched between Reading and Math in the daily schedule. But the truth is, my Catholic education wasn’t so much defined by devout reflection and intellectual faith-based questioning, but rather what’s on the forefront of most tween-aged girls’ minds: clothes. Oh, right, and let’s not forget jewelry, shoes, hair accessories, and nail polish. The difference was, our means of self-expression was constrained by a little something called a uniform.

It amazes me to think back on how much a simple pleated skirt and white polo managed to rule our lives. But trust me, it did. A skirt that was too long or a polo that was a) monogrammed, b) yellowed, or c) clearly your brother’s hand-me-down earned you the unspoken label of “uncool”–a.k.a. the surest route to unpopularity.

In sixth grade, girls were allowed to add a new item to their school wardrobe. Drum roll please… the box-pleated skirt. This skirt was truly a coming of age wardrobe essential. Forget about the fact that the uniform shop charged an arm and a leg for the thing. If you didn’t get the box-pleated skirt, then clearly you might as well go back to the fifth grade. (The fifth graders were relinquished to the accordion-pleated skirt– the much less figure-flattering alternative). Of course, in sixth grade, dress code wasn’t the only thing changing in our young lives. While I myself have blocked out most memories of this beyond-awkward time of my life, I do seem to recall that boys suddenly lost their “cooties” and girls had incentive to show a bit more leg than before. We did this with the infamous waistband roll-up. It did the trick unless, of course, you got caught.

But when I come down from this nostalgic cloud filled with Power Beads, Lip Smackers, and Baby Gs, I realize that we never really graduate from uniforms. Life is filled with them, in fact. Just yesterday I was (reluctantly) at the gym and thought to myself, everyone under the age of 25 is wearing a variation of the same thing. Sprinkled among a sea of courageous workout moms wearing spandex shorts and fitted tops are college girls like me wearing loose white V-necks, colored sports bras, and Nike running shorts. The generational distinction between exercise “uniforms” is not only ironic but also extremely amusing to anyone as desperate as I am to find distractions during my seemingly never-ending countdown on the elliptical trainer.

So when you go about your day, I challenge you to play a little game of I Spy. How many uniforms do you see? (And I’m not talking about the kind employees wear at your local grocery store.) More importantly, which one are you wearing?

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Ah, sweet summertime. It’s everything I’ve been waiting for since Mother Nature first teased me with a balmy 60-degree day of sunshine back in March. Right when I thought it was safe to pull out the sundresses and sandals, chilly Northern winds said otherwise, forcing me to remain trapped beneath layers of bulky wool sweaters, oversized flannel and the figure-flattering sleeping bag coat. And I wondered why I was severely deficient in Vitamin D?

A lot’s changed since then. I packed up camp and headed out of good ole’ South Bend, Indiana after a notoriously draining round of final exams in May. But on my drive home, I had a startling thought. My internship starts in less than a week…and I have nothing to wear. Well, I mean, not really. But I’m never one to turn down an opportunity to shop (like mother, like daughter…blame it on DNA). While I try to buy classic pieces that don’t go out of style from one season to the next, let’s face it — there’s something about walking in on your first day wearing an edgy new blazer or killer little black dress that says everything and nothing all at once.

In the several hours I had to mull over the season’s must-haves in the car, I realized that this summer wardrobe would be different than in years past. I would be moving into that awkward life stage that’s not quite independent adulthood, but certainly not carefree youth, either (channeling some Britney Spears here). It would be a new kind of season. Let’s hear it for…

Internship season:
in-tern-ship sea-son, n.
an appetizer of sorts before college kids everywhere sink their teeth into the “real” working world

Sharpen your pencil skirts and grab hold of some coffee and cigarette pants. It’s time to get down to business. (Just don’t forget your flats for those inevitable coffee runs.)