It seems like every day there's some new thing for millennials to worry about. Have you found someone willing to marry you yet? Do you have a career with growth potential? Why aren't you rich and Instagram-famous and best friends with Rihanna by now? What it boils down to is: why isn't your life perfect yet?

Bra shopping: it's a horror that most women know all too well. The horrible fluorescent lighting, the ill-fitting bras, the long afternoons spent in one tiny, cramped changing room; after a while, it all starts to feel like one long, drawn-out attack on your confidence.

Filipino cuisine doesn't get nearly enough love - just ask globe-trotting foodie Yana Gilbuena. For Gilbuena, who spent time living in both L.A. and NYC but who grew up in the Philippines, finding food that reminded her of home meant either outrageous prices or long treks out of her neighborhood, if not both. It just wasn't accessible.

School is out, but it’s too hot to go outside. And even if it wasn’t, ‘going outside’ isn’t really your thing anyway; your idea of a perfect summer day involves more Netflix and nachos than beaches and bonfires. If, for you, summer means catching up on all the shows you’ve been hearing about but haven’t had time to watch, keep reading.

Raise your hand if you've ever hated your body. If this were a roomful of women, it's likely that every hand would be reaching for the sky. Whether you've been told you're too big, too small, or just not good enough the way you are, most women have felt badly in their bodies at some point in their lives.

Most New Year's resolutions are the same. Lose weight. Exercise more. Find a fulfilling career. However, by mid-March most of these resolutions have long since fallen by the wayside, and that's because there's only one thing you need to do this year to inspire real change in your life.

I grew up surrounded by nerds, though I didn’t know it at the time. A father with an impressive collection of Star Trek VHS tapes. A brother whose knowledge of kung fu movies verged on encyclopedic. The Twilight Zone marathons held on every major holiday, the books stacked along every wall of the basement. Today, I’d consider these things the markings of a nerdy home, but if you’d ask me as a kid, I’d say that we weren’t nerds.

My 4-year-old son was sitting in the back seat playing happily on his tablet, and in that moment, more than anything, I wanted to ask him what he wanted to be for Halloween...and for him to be able to tell me.

I don’t know about you, but I start getting antsy about how I’m wasting my summer vacation (and, honestly, my life) if I’m not having The Best Summer of My Entire Life by July 4th. Maybe some of you are like me. You haven’t gone on any movie-worthy road trips, or feel like you’ve made any lifelong memories, or even managed to just have a really good night out yet. Fear not—here’s a step-by-step guide to adding some sizzle to any lackluster summer.

Thomas Allen Harris’ newest documentary, Through a Lens Darkly: Black Photographers and The Emergence of a People, is many things: poignant, honest, and, at times, downright painful to watch. The film will be screening tonight as part of the St. Louis International Film Festival at 7:30 pm at Washington University. Below, the director talks about the emotional, 10-year journey it took to make the film and what he hopes to accomplish with the interactive experience he created to accompany it, Th

So, it's finally happening. Graduation is right around the corner, your resume looks great, and you're all set to start applying for jobs until you realize with dawning horror that you can't think of a single person to provide as a reference, much less three. First thing you should do? Stay calm.

Do you know what cryptozoology is? Merriam-Webster defines it as the study of and search for legendary animals, in order to evaluate the possibility of their existence. In the summer of 2008 I was fresh out of high school, 18 years old, and hell bent on becoming the crazy-hair-having expert the history channel interviews for their specials on Big Foot and the Jersey Devil. However, by September summer had ended and my interest in becoming an authority on Seriously Cool Weird Stuff had waned and