If you were to have looked at my calendar yesterday you would have noticed a 90-minute lunchtime meeting titled "Important Meeting."
A Father-Daughter Duo Answers Your Questions: On a Parent-Child Relationship Based on Financial Support
So I guess what I'm wondering is this: How do I grow a financial backbone in the face of such generosity and how do I do this while maintaining a strong relationship with my father?
-$27: Round-trip bus ticket (per person) from New York to Atlantic City. It's unclear how we ended up on this bus. We have never gambled. We have an unspoken three drink maximum and a communal bedtime of 11:00 p.m. I think it might have been my idea.
Why buy a bookstore in small town Ontario?
I'm 24 and I've been at my first job for about a year; it's typically a two-year position. My supervisor has recently quit, and according to several coworkers in our (very small) office, I would be a good fit for it. I know the region of specialization, I just submitted a report to my big boss on long-term strategy that she really liked, and one of the other people in our office who works at the same level as my supervisor mentioned to the big boss that (as far as she's concerned) I would be a good fit.
Welcome to a new bi-monthly advice column, in which you all ask questions about money and life and get a deeply subjective but very heartfelt answer from both me and my dad, who prefers to be known only as "Meghan’s dad" because he is afraid of being sued (?).
Here's the problem: my boyfriend has HUGE student loan debt. Like, staggeringly large. His salary is pretty low... which doesn't bother me except that he's barely making any inroads on paying off his debt, and doesn't really have a plan to do so. I don't mind being the bigger contributor to our rent, bills, etc., but I don't want to sink my life savings into paying off his debt, not least because of the, let's face it, entirely real possibility of future break-up or divorce. A girl's gotta be practical. Photo: Vinoth Chandar
If you’re a New Yorker with a beating heart, you probably remember the subway kittens that shut down the MTA last summer in the most adorable way possible. If you’re a cat lady like me (which oh praise is now a badge of honor, thanks New York Times), then you might already know Steven Liu, the guy behind the Scratching Pad, who took in the tiny bandits and fostered them through their eventual adoption. In July of last year, Steve found a duplex apartment in Bushwick, moved in with two roommates, and started taking in cats—current total eight.
I remember my first winter in New York and seeing those tree mongers, walking through their darkly columned corridors heavy with what can only be called Christmas Tree Smell and realizing that I had really arrived, really lived both in New York and in the province of adult loneliness.