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After graduating from Georgetown in 2004 with a spectacularly unprofitable degree in political science, I moved to New York with the highly original idea of “becoming a writer.” I was promptly rejected from a job at Bath & Body Works. Seriously. Shortly thereafter, I convinced an editor at the Manhattan newspaper AM New York to begin running my weekly dating columns, which I wrote until Spring 2007, at which point I started as Time Out New York’s dating columnist (I get around). I stayed there until 2009.

Along the way, I have written for Cosmopolitan, Maxim, Newsweek, New York magazine, The Guardian UK, The Huffington Post, Nerve, Page Six magazine, Marie Claire UK, Teen Vogue, Seventeen, Capitol File, Michigan Avenue, Men’s Health (and a monthly dating column in COED magazine for two years, from 2004-2006).

In 2010 I signed a deal with Tribune Media Services in Chicago, and my internationally syndicated technology and social media column, “Social Studies,” debuted in 2011. It ran in newspapers around the world, including the Chicago Tribune, Florida’s City Link, The Telegraph in Calcutta India, The Korea Herald, and many others.

In November of 2011, I signed on as a contributor to ELLE.com to write a dating column called Guinea Pig of Love, in which I go around trying to find out why the hell I can’t have a healthy relationship. It’s fun! You should read it.

In the meantime, check out a few of my published articles from the last decade below …

(One caveat: I’m currently in the process of uploading all of my writing from the past three years, including my ELLE columns and my Tribune Media Social Studies tech columns, as well as a few other stragglers. I know, I know, you’re waiting with bated breath.)


OFFICE PARTY PATROL: RUPERT MURDOCH WISHES YOU 



OFFICE PARTY PATROL: RUPERT MURDOCH WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS
NEW YORK MAGAZINE
DECEMBER 18, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON

There’s a general rule of thumb that work events are always held on Monday through Thursday nights, because Fridays are reserved for real friends or for family. Who could flout that rule? Rupert Murdoch, of course, who held the annual holiday party — and it’s called a holiday party, not a Christmas party, Bill O’Reilly — for all New York News Corporation employees Friday night. It’s a huge event, for everyone from HarperCollins editors to Fox 5 local-news guys to 20th Century [read more...]

Day 3 (Part B): Holiday Party Crash – Forbes Life

Forbes Life President Bob Forbes, Publisher Jack Laschever, Boss Editor Chris Buckley and … me


EGGNOG WITH FORBES LIFE

The Forbes company likes its parties on home turf.  Whether that turf is the yacht, the townhouse, or their venerated Forbes building, if they’re hosting a party, it’s probably going to be at one of them.  So when Forbes Life, the “lifestyle supplement” with glossy ad pages headed by the cheerfully sardonic editor in chief Christopher Buckley, invited us to crash its holiday celebration last night, we weren’t surprised to read “60 [read more...]

Day 3 (Part A): Holiday Party Crash – Portfolio and Marc Jacobs

Four parties, five hours of sleep and $40.50 in cab fare later, I’m exhausted.  is this how Tinsley Mortimer feels?  ugh.  Actually, she probaby has a driver, so I’m guessing not.

Anyway, here’s a recount of Evening 3 of my holiday party crashing … (the Forbes Life write up was rejected as "not important enough" Read the review here! )

Re: the Marc Jacobs fete, really, nothing I write can possibly describe it.  I spotted Mel Rose from America’s Top Model, who gushed, “this party is insane – a picture is worth a [read more...]

OFFICE PARTY PATROL: DECADENCE WITH MARC JACOBS; ELEGANCE WITH ‘PORTFOLIO’



OFFICE PARTY PATROL: DECADENCE WITH MARC JACOBS; ELEGANCE WITH ‘PORTFOLIO’
NEW YORK MAGAZINE
DECEMBER 14, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON

Those who know about such things will tell you that the annual Marc Jacobs holiday party — a themed masquerade ball — is the premier event of the season. It was held last night, and we can tell you that they are correct. Tons of food, free-flowing booze, elaborate costumes, lots of exposed flesh: It’s good to be a fashion designer. Party-hopping Julia Allison stopped by to check it out, and she also went to the quiet, refined party for still-to-launch Condé [read more...]

Day 2: Holiday Party Crash – Allure and The New Yorker, Gravitas-Heavy Edition. Okay, Except Allure.

For Day 2 of my Holiday Party Crash, I actually smuggled myself into The New Yorker bash over in Soho.  Didn’t even bother to try to get in at Allure at Double Seven; I’d rather spy on Gladwell and harass the poor kid who has to sort through 5,000 reader cartoon captions every week (hi Zach!)

You can read the account of last night’s crash here, or below …

One part I left out (for their sake) – asking two inebriated New Yorker cartoonists, "Are you comedians who can [read more...]

OFFICE PARTY PATROL: SUSHI WITH ‘THE NEW YORKER’; PAD THAI WITH ‘ALLURE’



OFFICE PARTY PATROL: SUSHI WITH ‘THE NEW YORKER’; PAD THAI WITH ‘ALLURE’
NEW YORK MAGAZINE
DECEMBER 13, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON

Another December night in New York, another round of company Christmas parties. Last night our roving party reporter Julia Allison hit The New Yorker’s annual fête — where she was allowed inside! — and Allure’s far more subdued affair. After the jump, her reviews, complete with our four-category, scale-of-1-to-5, vaguely Zagatian party ratings. (Spoiler: The New Yorker won.)

• The New Yorker threw its annual holiday party at Lure Fishbar in Soho last night, and the venue was the perfect size — [read more...]

Day 1: Holiday Party Crash Stand-Outside-And- Harass-Guests – Hearst, Vogue, Ken Sunshine PR

So, it was my bright idea this year to do Holiday Party Crashes for New York magazine’s Daily Intelligencer.  (Last night’s parties: Hearst, Vogue, and Ken Sunshine PR.)

My thought process was more or less like this:

I like parties.
I like the holidays.
I like New York magazine.
Therefore, I would like to write about holiday parties for New York magazine.

What I failed to realize was:

I would not be invited to (most of) these parties.

Oh well.  It wasn’t cold, so skulking outside for quotes produced only [read more...]

OFFICE PARTY PATROL: EGGNOG AND LATKES WITH HEARST, ‘VOGUE,’ AND SUNSHINE FLACKS



OFFICE PARTY PATROL: EGGNOG AND LATKES WITH HEARST, ‘VOGUE,’ AND SUNSHINE FLACKS
NEW YORK MAGAZINE
DECEMBER 12, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON


Silver bells, silver bells. That’s right, kids: It’s Christmas time in the city. And what does that mean? Company holiday parties. Lots of ‘em, booze-filled, cheesily themed, and often resulting in embarrassed avoidance at the office for a few weeks. This is the week holiday-party season kicks into high gear, and we’re introducing our Office-Party Patrol, in which dedicated partygoer Julia Allison will crash company Christmas parties on your behalf (or just ask question from outside, when security is [read more...]

NOT-SO-ROMANTIC HOLIDAY GIFTS



NOT-SO-ROMANTIC HOLIDAY GIFTS
AM NEW YORK – “THE DATING LIFE”
DECEMBER 11, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON

One Christmas, almost a decade ago, my then-18-year-old-boyfriend surprised me with a large, unwieldy package.

Enthusiastically I tore off the crudely taped snowman wrapping paper and giant red bow to reveal … a mounted deer head. Yes. You read that correctly: A mounted deer head.

That present took first place in my Top 10 Most Inexplicable and Heinous Gifts of All Time, a list that also includes the war novel “All Quiet on the Western Front,” a vacuum cleaner, a dentist appointment, and yes, a cardboard [read more...]

SINGLE AND BLUE FOR THE HOLIDAYS



SINGLE AND BLUE FOR THE HOLIDAYS
AM NEW YORK – “THE DATING LIFE”
DECEMBER 4, 2006
BY JULIA ALLISON
 

This being my first holiday season spent single in several years, a thought occurred to me as I listened to Christmas music sans significant other last weekend. The thought was: “This sucks.”

I really liked the idea of being single when I had it back in August. Going on first dates (even unmitigated bombs) amused me; there was no pressure to have a late summer or early fall evening filled entirely with love. Lust — or a good war story (“And then [read more...]