"Crank Up Your Chemistry" (SELF)
Adam and I are sitting across from each other, eating pastrami on rye. "Know what movie was filmed here?" he asks. He has taken me to his favorite deli. "Of course," I say. It was When Harry Met Sally..., the I'll-have-what-she's-having scene. I know this because there's a sign that says so. I sip my Dr. Brown's Diet Cream Soda and watch Adam, study him, really—the way he chews, sniffles, smiles. He reaches for a pickle and my hand intercepts his. Our fingers interlace.
Yes, we're that couple, the one given to gratuitous displays of affection in the deli and the dry cleaner, on the subway or the bus. We stay up until 2 A.M., talking, then not talking, talking some more, then not talking again. The next day, I'll doodle his name, encircling it in plump hearts. It's as if I'm 14 again.
"Why I hate taking selfies" (cosmopolitan)
I can count on one hand the number of selfies I've taken. It's not just because I think it's kind of ridiculous. It's also that I really don't like how I look in pictures. If someone points a camera in my direction, I hide my face, like TMZ is papping me outside Katsuya.
I don't think I'm unattractive. But when I see myself in pictures? Horrified. My eyes go beady, my mouth narrows, my nose expands. Those cheekbones I thought I had? Gone. I start to wonder if the photos are actually more accurate. You might say that I have good self-esteem but horrible selfie-esteem.
"When Your best friend is hotter than You" (cosmopolitan)
I mean no offense to Karlie or Cara when I say, I wouldn't want to be your friend. I'm sure they're delightful. It's just that I'd always feel like the Judy Greer to their Jennifer Garner, Katherine Heigl, or J.Lo.
If you ask most women what they look for in a new friend, they'll likely describe someone down-to-earth, funny, and who they can be themselves in front of. That's only part of the story. Just like attractiveness plays a part in romantic relationships, research suggests it also plays a part in friendships—even if most of us are unaware or unwilling to admit it.