Jody Amable

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?

I couldn’t help but assume the reason these people were telling me not to say even a word to this troll was because women aren’t supposed to fight back. We’re supposed to rise above — to “not stoop to their level,” as my mom used to say.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

A few weeks back, I got looped into an Instagram chat with some coworkers from one of my gigs, who were snarking about the fact that the

There are a lot of things to hate about the Olympics.

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.

So far, Deathly Hallows is, to me, about the divide between the living, the dead, and the living who have seen death. Harry and I are part of an exclusive club: Those under 30 who have experienced death. And when I say “experienced,” I don’t mean “witnessed.” I mean really, really felt it, all the way through.

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

A new feature with music picks tailor-made to ensure your weekend jam sessions are absolutely ravishing.

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.