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A magazine article in 2013 debuted the self-described "Senior Washed-Up Girls" of Yale: "Women who don't bother dressing up for class, or even for fancy parties (though they might still attend them), don't seek out meaningful (or even just sexual) relationships, spend weekends at their shared homes drinking in the company of other self-identified SWUGs, and feel utter apathy about their personal lives—all at the age of 21."'s glasses-wearing, Gruyere-binging Liz Lemon. Today, it's not uncommon for a 23-year-old girl to begin a tweet with "#You Know You're Old When." I, a 28-year-old, naturally roll my eyes at that—conveniently forgetting that when I reference my own old age in a similar way, a 32-year-old would roll her eyes at, and a 45-year-old would at her, and so on. Staying out late on weeknights when I had work the next day.

But, you're not alone — in fact, many women have been in your shoes.

It's so easy to get frustrated, to call all women whores then chug a beer and stumble out the door for a night of debauchery. Nope, that's not going to prove anything except that you're too drunk and too obnoxious to be in public.

By the time the guy rolled up, half an hour late and no valid excuse at hand, I was drunk, silently vowing to never again put so much pressure on myself that I thought a blowout would make or break someone's feelings for me. Until recently, the common lady/age trope was the cougar—an older women pretending to be younger.

Consider the Over the last few years, though, the reverse trend has risen to prominence.

But, let’s be real By now, there are a million elite dating apps – from Raya to The League to Tinder Select.

They’re marketed as the dating app option for hot, cool people with money, a way to get rid of all the losers messaging you “what’s up sexy” from their mom’s basement.

I'd gotten a blowout, chosen to freeze my ass off in my favorite off-season skirt, and worn Rag & Bone bootie heels so high that a commercial airplane could fly into my head. Everyone else in the restaurant gave me sad eyes as I ordered my third jalapeno margarita.

As I sipped, I slowly realized that over the course of nine years of dating in New York, I'd spent thousands at Sephora and Drybar, fought back tears while pantsless at the hands of merciless waxers, skipped the "relaxing facial" in favor of "deep pore cleansing brutality," worn tights not pants in zero-degree weather.

Looking to avoid such a fate, Rochkind started dating a woman who isn’t a bikini model, Carly Spindel, in January 2015. The two met after Spindel’s mother, matchmaker Janis Spindel, scouted Rochkind at a gym.

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