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How Can I Figure Out What to Do with My Life? Dear Advice King, I'm almost done with college, and I still have no idea what to do with my life. It seems like all of my peers already have everything figured out; I feel as though I've "missed the boat" in some way. The problem is, everything interests me, so it's hard to imagine myself doing only one thing. How can I choose an area in which to

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If you haven't read "Is That Really a Thing?!" from last week, I urge you to do so. My little article about Mantyhose (yes, panythose for men) was apparently so controversial that it garnered responses from several people, including a couple of guys who actually wear Mantyhose, a woman who didn't like my "characterization of women," and Steve Newman, the marketing director of ActivSkin (who,

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Get Your Own, Rover! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it - I'm a day late posting this week's ITRAT. I've recently taken on three extra writing projects, so it's been very hectic around here. One of those projects is a blog, called "Unsolicited Advice," for the Oklahoma State Daily O'Collegian. It's a spinoff of my Advice King bi-weekly column and will have some of the matierial from this blog syndicated

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If Thinking Men Should Definitely Wear Pantyhose Is Cool, Consider Me Miles Davis This week's "Is That Really a Thing?!" doesn't really need a witty introduction. Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? Mantyhose. Yes, that's right. Mantyhose. Pantyhose for men, which have been popularized in Europe for some time now, have officially traveled across the pond. Looking at the picture to the

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Advice King in today's OSU O'Colly (reprinted from website; original article here) Dear Advice King, I hate public speaking. I’m not good at it and simply don’t enjoy it. I have to give a speech for one of my classes, and I’m freaking out. How can I stop my armpits from sweating and my voice from cracking so I can give the best presentation possible?— Sweaty speech-giver Dear Sweaty,

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For those of you who don't know this, I write a bi-weekly advice column in the O'Colly, which is Oklahoma State University's newspaper. I try to read the paper most days, mainly to see what the other staffers in the Opinion/Editorial section are up to. Yesterday, my editor, James Cooper, wrote a piece called, "UFC Makes Me a Man," that questions such things as the current validity of traditional

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How Brushing Your Teeth Can Make You Fat Thank goodness for the advances in technology that make our lives easier and more manageable! Where would we be without such creations as cell phones, personal computers, and automatic transmission? And what if no one had ever developed a motor for lawn mowers? I don't even want to think about a world without washers, dryers, and microwaves. Recently, a

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My husband Wesley and I were both in marching band in high school; he played the trumpet, and I was on drumline. For us, band was the only thing that existed. Okay, maybe not the only thing, but certainly the main thing. Probably the first thought that pops into your head as you read this is, "This one time, at band camp..." We are all accutely aware of the stereotypes that go along with being in

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Death by Caffeine Like most Americans, I'm not really what you would call a "morning person." I get up early every day, and every day I think the same thing: "No. Please, just... no." For most of us, coffee (or caffeine in some form) is a way to at least appear to be alive and functioning in our roles as productive members of society. Consumption of caffeine ranges from the occasional coffee

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Advice King in the OSU O'Colly (reprinted from O'Colly website) Dear Advice King, I am living with my fiancée, to whom I’m engaged to be married next spring. She is a hairstylist who entered her profession right out of high school, whereas I am almost finished with my degree. As a senior getting ready to graduate, I am often stressed out about classes, projects and exams. My fiancée can’t

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For my very first "Is That Really a Thing?!" weekly segment, I wanted to to really start off with a bang. If you don't appreciate third-grade level humor, you might want to stop reading right now. This is a product I just discovered via the magical portal known as the internet. It appears that "they" really have thought of everything, up to and including - yes, this is for real - flatulence

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One night last week, I was a couple of hours later than usual arriving home from work due to a meeting across town. It was at a restaurant, so I went ahead and ate there before I went home (what was I supposed to do, say "No" to pizza? Right...). When I finally did get home, I found that Wes had been waiting on me to eat dinner. Since he only had himself to worry about at that point, he decided

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Surely, by now, you've all heard about the latest antics of artist and producer Kanye West. For those of you who live under a rock (which you'd have to do in order to have not heard about this, because it is like, the ONLY THING being reported), here's a recap: At the MTV Video Music Awards, country artist Taylor Swift won the award for Best Female Video. An emboldened (and according to rumors,

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Like pretty much every person I know, I waited with night-before-Christmas excitement - for what seemed like an eternity - to watch the True Blood finale on HBO. I have to say, I was a bit disappointed for a few reasons. Most of all, the cheesy dialogue was so awkward that it actually made me a little uncomfortable and embarrassed for the characters. I guess a certain amount of "cheese" has to

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Did you know that every year in the United States, 1.4 million people sustain a traumatic brain injury (TBI)? Of those people, 50,000 die, 235,000 are hospitalized, and 1.1 million are treated and released from an emergency department. That's not even counting the folks who never seek treatment for TBI, usually because they don't realize they've had a serious injury (even Natasha Richardson

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Advice King in the OSU O'Colly (reprinted from O'Colly website) Dear Advice King, I’ve been dating a guy for three months now. He lives in Washington, D.C.; we met in January through mutual friends while he was in Tulsa (my hometown). At first, we talked on the phone all the time – just as friends – until I went to visit him. Ever since, we’ve been officially a couple and have been traveling

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I got completely hammered, nailed, and leveled this weekend. As I'm sure you guessed, I'm talking about hanging pictures and the like on the wall (what were YOU thinking?). I guess I forgot the amount of engineering required to do something as simple as put a nail in a wall and hang a picture on it. It's just not that simple! And, if you live in an apartment like I do, there's added pressure to

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Like most people, I lead a pretty busy life. I'm a full-time student, mother to a 7-month-old, wife to a brain injury patient, an intern at a media company, an advice columnist, a blogger, and I work full time. I'm definitely not complaining; I have many blessings in my life for which I give thanks every day, and I love being busy. I guess some people just work better under pressure. But, I

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I was very troubled this weekend trying to decide if the new product, the Poo Trap, is real or just a form of social experiment to prove that people will buy ANYTHING. Sadly, I think this apparatus is for real (or, "fo' rizzle," as I think the kids are saying it these days). Are we really so lazy that it is now too much trouble to bring a baggie along to dispose of the doody when we walk our

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Last night, I had dinner with a new friend whom I just met this week. We'll call her Amber. She's 18 years old, a freshman in college, and is in a sorority. She's also gorgeous, friendly, and has a cheerful voice; definitely not the kind of girl who would have been friends with me (a dorky band-nerd who was - let's face it - kind of aggressive) in high school. It would be all too easy to make

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I once had someone tell me, "Being a mother will break your heart again and again." She was the corporate trainer at a bank where I used to work, and although I'm not sure how that subject came up in the middle of learning about Regulation CC (or, "Reg CC," as we call it in the biz), those words have rung true again and again.Since the moment I had Ellie, I've been wrapped around her tiny little

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Here's a link to one of my favorite blogs.Show Better LeadershipShared via AddThis

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...but you can't pick your family. Or, is it you can't pick your friends? Wait, no, I think it's actually something about not being able to pick your friend's nose (a policy that I think we can all agree should stay firmly in place). Whatever the old adage is, it is true that we don't get choices about our biological acquaintances. It's also true that every family has its own set of issues. At 27

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There really is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you realize you've coasted through six hours of your day with a giant chunk of food in your teeth. Of course, the intensity of that embarrassment is proportional to the sum of how many people you've interacted with during that time, how often you have shown your big "toothy" smile, and the percentage of how confident you are that there

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This is my first blog post - I'm almost nervous about doing this! However, I started this blog for a few reasons. Firstly and most importantly, it gives me an outlet to air my opinions and observations to the benefit of my closest friends and family, who are normally victimized by my incessant ranting. Another reason is simply that I love to write. Finally, I started this blog as part of The

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