All posts by Meaghan McGoldrick

“Nobody likes you when you’re 23” – Blink 182 #NODISRESPECTTOBLINK182 but, by 23, you’ve (hopefully) found your core group of friends. The friends that have been there for every birthday, every break-up, and every night spent sleeping on the bathroom floor (see also: the pavement and in between your ex’s sheets). The friends, childhood or college, that you know will be there for life and will likely give some sort of embarrassing speech or break a glass at your wedding. Unless you’re an asshole, chances are there’s at least fiveRead More

This summer, I spent four days and three nights camped on the cold hard ground surrounding the Dover, Delaware Speedway with six best friends, five new friends, two handles of Fireball and 9,000 baby wipes. Firefly Music Festival kicked my ass – hard – and, a month into recovery, this is what I’ve learned.   There is no such thing as Dunkin Donuts. I can’t speak for Coachella (because I’m underpaid and on the East Coast) but the festivals around here are only home to vendors selling small coffees outRead More

Move over, Top 40. With a track record of running out of singles and swiping my credit card at the jukebox, I am a self-proclaimed aficionado (So far, the only song I’ve ever paid for to be skipped by the bartender has been Tearin’ Up My Heart and it was 10 p.m. in a biker bar so I deserved it). Next time you find yourself up against the jukebox, have a little faith in some of these gems — fingers crossed nobody played an entire Metallica album before you. In that case, leave immediately.Read More

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this listicle are those of one dieter and do not reflect the opinions or official position of all dieters. To those who enjoy almond butter and hot yoga, I salute you. You will run into someone you know at the gym and they will see you sweat through every inch of your A Day to Remember tank top or cut-out summer camp tee from 2006. Be it an old classmate, a neighbor, a representative to a councilman you work with on the daily. Not even 8 a.m. is safe. Actually, 8 a.m. is theRead More

In honor of New York’s first shot at the Stanley Cup since ’94 and my good old Brooklyn roots, I’ve spent the majority of my weeknights this playoff season plopped in front of three or four unnecessarily large televisions at the bar across the street from my apartment (I don’t get NBC). My Ranger-fan friends believe strongly in ju-ju (urban dictionary: Gypsy word for luck). In other words, they believe in watching the game where you watched the last win (and will make you stay in the kitchen if theyRead More

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I walked across the stage at Radio City, diploma in hand, gauze on my post-Senior Formal feet and mom in the audience. I said goodbye to sharing secrets, stories, and clothes with my closest girlfriends, Tuesday night drink specials, and the corner-deli guy. I said goodbye to all-nighters, gin buckets, and afternoon ragers. I said goodbye to friends, to family, to professors-turned mentors. I said goodbye to one home, and said hello again to another. I said goodbye to college and hello to home.Read More

Don’t get me wrong; I’m a supporter of the modern day selfie. In fact, I’m a founding member of the selfie sisterhood, dating all the way back to disposable cameras and MySpace mirror shots. See: Mom and me, age 13. Dog and me, age 16. Whatever I’m wearing and me, age 17. I’m all for the self-love and self-empowerment that comes with sharing one’s face (hair, makeup and shoe choice) on social media. Seriously. Let your multi-colored hair down and (for those out of high school) show off that Atlantic City dress youRead More

This is it. In six to ten weeks the Class of 2014 will be off to bigger, brighter (and slightly scarier) things. College may not last forever but those lessons learned (both in the classroom and out running rampant through the streets of your college town) will. Before you (attempt to) become a functioning member of society, take a look back on the last eight semesters and take in what you really took out of college (besides that degree). Write them down and keep a list like this one, written byRead More

In case you missed it: On Thursday night’s Jimmy Kimmel Live, we were given something extra special. Kimmel said that 27-year-old child-star-turned-rapper Drake was ready to know what people really thought about him, so they slapped a beard on him for an epic segment of Lie Witness News. And it’s awesome. In case you celebrated Thirsty Thursday, tucked in early or just want to watch it over and over (and over) again, this one’s for you.  Read More