Ali Dubrow

THE WAY I SEE IT: Before I even turned the much-anticipated age of 21, I told myself (and so did my mother) that I would go to Vegas and be the best 21-year-old I could be. Translation: drink, gamble and do all of the reckless things I would not be able to do in a few years. This, however, never happened, and it was not long before I found myself in the same old routine: school, the occasional visit back home, the rare house party and the infrequent satisfaction of purchasing my own alcohol. Then I turned 22, and decided that this little "ring around the Vegas" had gone on long enough.

The Way I See It: I'm going to veer a bit off course from my previous columns because I need to get something off my chest. It's been going on for a while, this whole sleeping together with no strings attached thing.

The Way I See It: A few days ago, I was at Peet's Coffee (which, for some reason is much more appealing than its predecessor, Diedrich's Coffee), mindlessly sipping my latte while glaring (not so subtly) at two guys hogging the outlet.

The Way I See It: For the majority of my life, I was always that slightly irritating girl who always followed the rules.

The Way I See It

The Way I See It

I was flipping through Glamour last week (a women's magazine, for people living under a rock), and amidst all of the do's (trendy haircuts...

The Way I See It

The Way I See It