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You are my favorite reader today.

And you are on exactly the right page.

On this blog, I write about the intersection of money and love. And sometimes I write about feminism.
I hope you find what you’re looking for here, and I have a feeling you will, especially if:

you’re in a relationship and you’re tired of fighting / feeling conflicted about money

I spent the first couple decades of my life feeling stressed and conflicted about money. And then I fell in love, was a major dick about money, figured some shit out, and started this blog.
This may sound lame (great way to start a sentence, I know) but if I could do one thing on earth, it would be to help couples stop fighting about money.

Here are some of my most popular posts on the topic:
Honey, do you want to be rich?
The easiest way to save money
Life’s not fair. Stop counting fries

you and your partner are unmarried but want to buy a home together

I bought a house with my boyfriend when I was 21. And then we split up. And then I got a new boyfriend. And bought another house.

Start with these posts:
I bought a house when I was 21
How to buy a house with your girlfriend or boyfriend

If you have questions or a specific situation you want advice on, write me and I’ll drop some spicy-hot wisdom about real estate on you.
Just don’t give up. I’ve helped a ton of people buy houses while unmarried and it is totally possible, and probably easier than you think.

you’re about to get married / newlywed, and trying to figure out how to pay for a wedding and this whole shared finances thing

I’m not going to bullshit you and tell you that I’m a seasoned veteran of marriage.
But I’ll promise you this: stick around and watch me flounder through the maze that is marriage+money. Vicariously live through my shit-show of wedding planning. Watch from the sidelines while I tackle prenups, in-laws, and engagement rings.

You can start off your voyeuristic viewing with these posts:
Why we share our money
Bring on a cheap wedding

you’re a feminist who is / wants to be financially independent

Yes, yes, yes.
First off, send me an email so we can be friends.
I want to hear from you if you think I’m full of crap, or a bad feminist, or just a privileged white girl (actually, I’m kind of sick of hearing that one, but I guess…if that’s all you can think of…).

you’re related to me

Ok, so you probably found me through Facebook. Or my mom is sending out those monthly emails again. I get it. I’ve been there. The one-two-click-on-through. You start out looking at pictures of your co-worker’s baby, and before you know it, you’re knees deep in this blog, thinking what the fuck is Cousin Emma talking about? 

I’ll spare you hours of hunting through my self-indulgent rambling, and point you right to the goodies:
This is the post where I talk about sex. It’s short. (haha, get it…) (I did a funny)
And this is the one where I say how much money I make.
This is where I did something stupid and then cried.
Here’s a picture of my crappy apartment.

And no, I don’t have a post about you. But I definitely stalk you on Facebook and laugh when you misspell things.

Still reading? Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? There’s like 87 links on this page. Just click one.

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