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5 things I’ve learned since turning 25: Good for you, not for me.

Hi Hart Beat. And a happy end of the week to those of you who are lucky enough to have tomorrow off! Before I sign off for the long weekend, here is the final tidbit I’m going to share in the “5 Things I’ve Learned Since Turning 25” series. I hope you’ve enjoyed it!

5. Good for you, not for me.


This is one of my favorite sayings, Hart Beat. The original idea behind the saying comes from the book Yes Please by the brilliant unicorn of a woman Amy Poehler. The actual quote from Amy’s book is “‘Good for her! Not for me.’ That is the motto women should constantly repeat over and over again. Good for her! Not for me.” and the context of the quote is actually during Amy’s discussion of motherhood. Now Hart Beat, you and I both know that I am indeed, not a mother, but when I read this quote I sat up and yelled WORLD, TAKE NOTE! Not really but I wanted to..

In today’s world there are so many negative people. “Oh you do it that way? I do it this way and it’s sooooo much better.” Or, “you don’t like this? What is wroooong with you.” It gets to be a little rediculous and I can’t say that sometimes I fall int the same trap. “Good for you, not for me.” works in so many ways. Different things work for different people. You just gotta do you, Hart Beat.


P.S. Second best piece of advice from Amy’s book? “You have to have sex with your husband occasionally even though you are exhausted. Sorry.” OH AMY YOU GET US LADIES SO GOOD.

P.P.S. Both Marilyn and Sophia know what’s up. That’s why their photos are here.

5 things I’ve learned since turning 25: Rubik’s cubes

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Here we go Hart Beat, on to the fourth thing that I’ve learned since turning twenty-five. I would like to say that this one came directly from me but, I have to give credit where credit is due. This lovely little sentence actually comes via by brilliant boyfriend, Pedro. Apparently he doesn’t remember saying it but, what can I say, he did.

4. A woman’s body is like a rubik’s cube.

Introduction disclaimer: I don’t talk about of body stuff her on the blog. One, because this is not a food or health blog and two, because I think that body stuff is such a sensitive topic with so many woman that I never want to impose on anyones inner thoughts. My general opinion about women’s bodies and our feelings around them is this: Women of the world! We have bodies! They are amazing and they take us to work everyday, allow us to laugh, and are the perfect structures to put all of our clothes on!

Aside from that I really hate it when women talk about their bodies (in a negative or positive light). As long as your body is working (see criteria above) then whatever comes after is a moot point. I’ve had a lot of female roommates in my life, and for each and every one, including all that commons eating in college, I’ve made a conscious effort to not talk about what food we’re eating or not eating. I don’t care that you had three hamburgers for dinner last night, I don’t care if you gave up gluten because it makes you fit into your party dress. Good for you! Now let’s move on to better and more important topics.

All this being said, when Pedro said “A woman’s body is like a rubik’s cube” it made me stop. Why? Because our bodies are like rubik’s cubes. Everybody’s different, every body is different, and it takes trying different combinations to look and feel your best. Even more so, once you do figure out what works for your body then there you go! Rubrik’s cube solved.

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Both photos via @naninstudio.

5 things I’ve learned since turning 25: Small torture devices

Welcome back, Hart Beat! On Thursday I shared the first of five things that I’ve learned since turning twenty-five this winter. On Friday I got a little excited with the AMAZING NEWS that hit our country so I didn’t keep my promise… Anyway, today you can find the second thing I’ve learned since turning twenty-five.

2. Shoes with heels are small torture devices.

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I’m not sure if this realization came about from turning twenty-five or if it was from the influence of my brilliant, sneaker collector boyfriend (hi Pedro) but it’s an important one. Before my twenty-fifth birthday I swore that I would go to my grave wearing shoes with some kind of a heel. Even my sandals had a kitty heel!

I now would like to retract that statement. Either it’s because Birkenstocks are here to stay and Pedro bought me the best pair of nike airs for my birthday I’m officially revoking my previous statement. Sure heels make your legs look extra toned, give you the height akin to a goddess called Carolyn and make any outfit look pulled together but, ladies, flats don’t make your feet swell. Sneakers don’t give you blisters, loafers don’t twist your ankles and flat boots don’t make it impossible to walk fast past all those slow tourists.

All in all since turning twenty-five I noticed myself each and every morning reaching for the pancake flat shoes in the closet. Zero regrets, Hart Beat! In the words of Chris Rock for Kanye West, I thank you.

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Top photo via @jcrew and bottom photo via @cambria_grace.

5 things I’ve learned since turning 25: Self preservation


Since turned twenty-five I feel like I’ve learned a few things. (Emphasis on the few.) I’ve been loving lists here on the blog and in that spirit here is a mini series in which I will try to pass along these small learnings with the greater internet world. So, here we go Hart Beat, learning numero uno…

1. Now is the time to start taking care of that face of yours.

Back in college I remember being slightly freaked out that a good friend of mine (who shall remain nameless here) would wake up in the morning and slather on SPF 100 all over her face in the depths of Maine winter. At the time I was like, hey girl, don’t worry about those wrinkles! Sun is fun and a tan is what brings all the boys to the yard. Oh young Hannah, my future laugh lines shiver in naiveté that young face. I know that twenty-five is no where near old but once I hit the two five I decided it might be time to start repelling what I once ran after (THE SUN). Now every morning this twenty-five year old gets up and applies some good old SPF. Doing this for you, future Hannah. You better appreciate this. Also, because french girls.

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My favorite sunscreen slash the only daily sunscreen that I’ll wear is by La Roche Posay, a french brand that makes the best lotions and face creams. When I first found the brand I was traveling through France and bought some after sun lotion that I swear turned my burns to tans instantaneously. I thought the magical serum was gone forever until I came to the wonderful city of New York and discovered that every Duane Reade on the corner carries the brand. I use Anthelios SX every day on my face and I’m in love.

Anyway, that’s thing number one on the list. Come back tomorrow and check out the second one. And no, this isn’t Mystery Show, I will not give you a hint.

Top photo by Samantha and bottom photo via @Madewell1937.

Death Sex and Money

The only podcast guide that you need (+ pick number one)

The only podcast guide that you need

Hi Hart Beat. Last week I was lucky enough to be able to attend a conference and media event hosted by WNYC, WBEZ, and NPR called Hear It Upfront. The event brought together a group if about 30 podcast and public radio enthusiasts to meet, talk, and share ideas with some of the leading voices behind public radio and public radio podcasts. Really what this means is I got to chat and have a drink with the likes of Ira Glass, Jad Abumrad, Steven Thompson, Linda Holmes, Anna Sale, Lulu Miller and Elise Spiegel.

I’ve been listening to podcasts for years and have a few that I love so much I could sing about them from the roof of my Brooklyn apartment. Lucky for my neighbors (and you Hart Beat) I have this little old blog where I can detail the podcasts I love and why you should listen to them.

The guide I’ve pulled together is just a small toe dip into the podcast universe and if none here spark your fancy, I promise that there is one out there for you. That’s the beauty of podcasts, there really is one for everyone AND if there’s not, you can make it yourself. Since it’s such a long post already let’s do just one at a time. Look for the next recommendation coming to you on Wednesday!

Number One:

What it is: Death, Sex & Money

Who hosts: WNYC journalist, Anna Sale

Gateway episode: Dan Savage Says Cheating Happens. And That’s OK.

Recommended listening activity: Walking down the streets of New York.

The reason I love this podcast is because Anna brings on guests that not only I wouldn’t normally think of but, she discusses topics that are hard to think about. Some of the advice that I’ve heard here has honestly changed the way that I think about life and how others might be handling it.

This episode where she interviews Dan Savage about cheating was one that I still think about today. I was so stricken by it that after I listened to it on my commute I immediately when into the office last summer and asked everyone what they thought. It’s hard to listen to but this is exactly what makes Death, Sex & Money so good.

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By Heart: All kinds of love in the world

One of my favorite new websites this winter is “By Heart.” The brilliant series by The Atlantic shares essays in which authors share and discuss their all-time favorite passages in literature. One of the best that I’ve read is written by author Ron Carlson about his love for F. Scott Fitzgerald. 
Carlson writes, “When I was an undergraduate at the University of Utah, I wrote in a library book for the first and only time. I was reading a story by F. Scott Fitzgerald called ‘The Sensible Thing.’ When I got to the last paragraph, a classic Fitzgerald line about lost love almost regained and lost again. It goes like this,

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. 

“I couldn’t help myself. I think I wrote: Look at this! As if I were some kind of guide or imprimatur. There was an ache in it, an astonishing ache even in the context of the abundant rue and sorrow of Fitzgerald’s stories, and it felt so much bigger than me. It stirred me so deeply I had to leave some kind of mark.”
Beautiful, right? There is more to the essay here and I highly recommend reading the entire essay if your a writer, a reader, or even just a romantic.