THE URBAN GIRL'S SURVIVAL GUIDE

Best of City Girls World: Top Posts in our History

1st August 2012 by Jess View Comments

As we bid you all farewell, we wanted to sign off with our favorite and most popular posts here at CGW. It’s been a fun ride and we thank you for joining our shenanigans these last few years.

1. Ask Jess: I know why you’re too busy to date: In which, Jess “gives permission” to successful, single women to admit that they are lonely without love in their lives.

2. Couch of Christie: 5 Lies Every Woman Tells: We realize this list may only confuse men more but you asked for it…

3. Married Girl: The Sudden Shift of Motherhood: Guest author Monica, gives us a behind-the-scenes look at the real goings-on of motherhood.

4. Jess on Tap: To the Twenty-Something Girls: A tribute post to a generation that suddenly spiked our readership among 20 somethings.

5. Couch of Christie: Thanksgiving: Whether you’re single or not, you have a lot to be thankful for…

6. Couch of Christie: The Royal Wedding: In which, Christie and her living room furniture reenact the royal wedding.

7. Ask Jess: The Ghost Man: Jess puts her thumb on the pulse of an alarming new dating archetype –the man who dates you and disappears without warning.

8. ManCave: Expensive Engagement Rings Do Not Equal True Love: I think the title says it all.

9. SingleGirl Chronicles: Ok Cupid = Ok Stupid?: Our Single Girl in residence discusses just how many frogs there are to avoid online.

10. Couch of Christie: Secrets of Babyfood: In which Christie mysteriously finds herself lost and roaming the aisles of Target looking for mushed carrots.


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The End.

31st July 2012 by Christie View Comments

CG Nation, well — I’m here to say that times are changing.

Three years ago (3 and a half?) when Jess and I started this lovely blog — well, things were different. We were two (mostly) single girls about town, stuck in jobs we were good at but didn’t totally engage us, and we were looking for something different and fun to do with our time.

Now, Jess has this amazing job where she wears suits (with lapel pins!) and bosses people around while overhauling the ivied towers of education.  She also has, and I can say this b/c I’m very far away from Philly right now, a hugely hot man in her life who is clearly in it for the long haul.  Her time for running around on bad dates (and yes, at one point she was the single girl. And so was I. Up to you to figure out which ones we were!) and writing about them has come to a  close.  She wears a LAPEL PIN, and gets appointments scheduled by her RECEPTIONIST.  She has arrived.

And me — well, as I sit here writing on my couch for what might be the very last time I’m actually a little teary-eyed.  I’ve had my couch for 8 years, and it has seen me through many serious boyfriend break-ups, promotions at work, ill-fated trips to India and Peru, and lots and lots and LOTS of bad reality television.  Not to mention writing for you guys.  I was single when I started this blog with Jess, in a serious relationship for most of it, and am now back to being single. My couch has stood in for many a date, given many a hug, and kept the ottoman at bay when times were tough.  But now — I’ve left my corporate job to start my own business and now…well, I’m getting ready to leave DC.

And my couch isn’t coming with me.

And CityGirls probably isn’t either.  Jess and I have realized that we don’t have a lot of time for writing anymore, and our worlds when we began this blog have shifted so far away from what we once were.  And, as our webhosting comes up for renewal we are thinking: “hmmm…do we really want to do this again?”

I think the answer may be no.  Jess has enough to do with her world domination office plans, and I’ll be on the west coast trying to fit in with my copy of the Washington Post and my insistence on eating pork.

And so, I think this is turning into a goodbye (for now) letter. We may publish a greatest hits piece or something else before we go, but I am leaving my apartment tomorrow…and I know that sometimes you want to look forward, not back.

But before I look forward, I just wanted to relive some of the memories, and say a sincerely heartfelt thanks to anyone who ever read this blog, and especially the Couch of Christie section of it.

1. Our great excitement the first time DC blogs featured us in a post. We thought we were SO cool.

2. Getting a ton of partnership calls to do stuff – thinking we were hot stuff, and then realizing that all of them were sketchy (date for change, anyone?).

3. Getting featured in the Post Blogger section. AWESOME!

4. And getting our photos taken for said article. At 7 am. In Philly. In the MIDDLE OF WINTER. We were wearing cocktail dresses and completely freezing.

5. Our first positive comment!

6. Our first negative comment! (Jess: I’m deleting this sucker. Me: All press is good press?)

7. Our CG strategic summits, which often involved TV and chocolate.

8. So many boys and so many bars. And we only wrote about 30% of them. So…. :)

9. Talking to people. Meeting cool people.  Thinking about relationships and getting so many cool comments and fun thought-provoking guest articles.  Learning, loving, and just having fun.

10. Writing from my couch.  Couch – it took me a full month to find you 7 years ago so that makes you officially my longest relationship.  Thank you for your support (literal) and support (figurative).  You’ve been a bed, a friend, a chair, and a place of sanctuary. Men and jobs have come and gone, but you have stayed.  I spend 90% of my time in my apartment with you — and leaving you behind is making me really sad. Not for nothing was there a section called “Couch of Christie.”

I wanted to say something profound here, and I find that mostly I have nothing left to say.  Writing CityGirls has made me think and learn and process a lot of what was going on in my life in positive ways.  It has been an outlet for fun and a way to meet new and interesting people.

To everyone who reads us, I think you are awesome.

To Jess, you are my person.

To my couch – thank you.

Love,

Christie (And Jess)


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Public Service Announcement: SHIRTLESS MEN!

5th July 2012 by Christie View Comments

Ok -

None of what we wrote in the title was very true, but BUT – we wanted to get your attention.  It’s summer, and it’s time to STOP HATING YOUR JOB.  So, to that end, join Christie  on a free call at HIGH NOON on Tuesday EST  to get yourself in gear and get over any fears/doubts/buckets of ice cream that are holding you back from actually making a decision to move forward.

FREE.

So, what do you have to lose? NOTHING. Register here and change your life.  And enjoy your lunch. Problem solved!

Now here is your shirtless man (we are, after all, sometimes women of our words!)


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Guest Post: Re-imagined Rose Ceremony – Hunger Games for The Bacherlorette.

27th June 2012 by Guest Author View Comments

So, the lovely WashingTina stopped by today to talk (what else?) the Bachelorette.  Ahhh yes – the dregs of summer TV. How we have missed you.  In this one case, it’s actually shockingly Jess that follows this show while Christie blearily asks: “it’s still on?” (though she watched one episode via twitter recently, and that was fabulous!).  So, what would happen if we re-imagined the rose ceremony? Take it away, WashingTina!


I’ll admit it, no matter how much less you might think of me for doing so — I watch The Bachelor and The Bachelorette.  I don’t know why . . . or maybe I do.  Because the people are caricatures of real people.  The women are drawn with the one dimensional brush of bikinis, hair extensions, and platform heels.  And the men, the men are even less dimensional (see muscles, faux hawks, and bleached teeth veneers).  And every week, I welcome them into my living room — so that I can throw verbal rotten tomatoes at them via Twitter.

A couple of weeks ago, during a particularly painful episode, Christie and I were snarking about how much more interesting the show could be.  For the uninitiated, a brief orientation.  The show starts off with a group of men all clamoring to get a date with Bachelorette Emily (herself a proponent of veneers).  One guy gets her all to himself, a group of guys get her all to themselves, and then another lone guy gets her all to himself.  Roses are given out to signal the chosen ones . . . or the one with the whitest veneers, it’s sort of unclear.  At the end, a larger rose ceremony weeds out the least desirable of the herd. Sort of dull, definitely formulaic.  Which is why we though it would be way more interesting if ABC got creative and spiced things up a little. For instance:

One-on-One date #1 -- Why not have the Bachelorette tell the suitor at the beginning of the date, if you don’t get a rose at the end of this date, we’ve got a Space Shuttle ready to send you off to the moon.  I mean, NASA’s not using the Space Shuttle for anything anymore anyway.  Surely ABC can get one at a discounted rate.

Group Date – Here’s where it really gets interesting — think Hunger Games.  Six eligible bachelors compete for the love of a vapid, slightly underfed woman by competing in the wilderness to.the.death.  Now that is must see TV!  Too gruesome?  What about this . . . instead of giving out a rose, why not have the Bachelorette collect DNA swabs from the gentlemen and the one with the fewest genetic defects gets to stay?  Too scientific?  I know . . .have the bachelors accompany Emily on a marathon shopping trip, each while holding her purse and purchases.  The one who is able to stand it the longest gets to stay.  Talk about a true test of loyalty.

One-on-One Date #2 — By this point, the viewer is about 90 minutes into the program and we’ve seen enough hair product, abs, and veneer to have us drooling numbly into our Chardonnay.  This is the point in the program where really it needs to get interesting.  Instead of jumping off a sailboat, going on a tandem skydive, or walking around ruins in some Old European City, why not have the two contestants, er loverbirds, compete in Fear Factor-style feats of strength.  What viewer wouldn’t want to see a tanned, faux-hawked, muscle dude encased in a glass box with 500 scorpions while his paramour squeals in delight/mock horror?  And should he be stung by a scorpion in the process . . . you guessed it, no rose.

The Rose Ceremony — Still awake? Me neither.  But you know what would perk things up quite nicely? Picture it: a rocky cliff. The remaining six Bachelors.  FIVE roses (gasp!), and a trampoline.  As each suitor comes forward to claim his price, he must bounce on the trampoline.  If he calculates correctly, he hops into the Bachelorette’s arms and gets a rose.  One misstep and, BOUNCE, off the cliff he goes, veneers and all.

Sure these modifications to the current scheme may sound violent, callous, even, but in the wasteland that is summertime Monday night TV, you really can’t be too careful. The more sensational it is, the better the ratings.  And really, isn’t that what it’s all about?  Because certainly it’s not about the grip of human emotions or the quest for true love.  It’s not even really about the hot tub makeout sessions or the scantily clad hunks/hunkettes.  Or maybe I’m just a cynic . . .

Like WashingTina? Find her here.


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Beauty Review: Lip Enhancer

23rd May 2012 by Guest Author View Comments

Welcome our guest author Deb with her wonderful lip enhancer review! Because we all want bigger lips, no? Or at least better lip gloss? Read on!

Product: Secret to Beautiful Lips: Lip Enhancer
Rating: Let’s just be friends

As a young woman with naturally thin lips, I always lust after luscious lips à la Angelina Jolie, so when I received the “Secret to Beautiful Lips” Lip Enhancer, I couldn’t have been more intrigued.  Opening up the package I had anticipated to find yet another lip gloss, however; I couldn’t have been more surprised (and dare-say embarrassed as my boyfriend was seated next to me) to find a bedazzled, bubble gum pink lip pump.

Yes, City Girls, you heard me: a lip pump! It really is an interesting apparatus, consisting of a pink mouthpiece, large enough to cover one’s mouth entirely, and a tube extending down to a hand pump.  The idea is to suction your lips, by squeezing the pump and holding for a few seconds at a time, until the lips are drawn outward, thus supposedly creating a fuller pout. So, in my bravest efforts to achieve beauty, I pumped away!

The regime can be a bit arduous, as the lips are supposed to build up durability during the first week of pumping, but I never felt fully comfortable with the pressure and tugging I felt on my lips. I also made use of the tingly “Ultra Lip Desire” gloss, to no avail–as it left my lips visibly dry and coarse.  During the second week and phase of the process the lip pumping increases to twice a day, morning and night…honestly I was relieved to find that there wasn’t a session at noon, as I could only imagine the office scandal that my jeweled pump could create.

Throughout my experience with the Lip Enhancer I never fully grew accustomed to the process, but the product does warrant some compliments. While the product did enhance the fullness of my lips, consistency is key for larger and longer lasting results.  Personally, I think I may take out the Lip Enhancer from time to time, prepping and plumping before a big event, but perhaps my lips are better left au naturel.

Want to find the magic lip enhancer for yourself? Look here.


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