I don’t think my tiny little defense of KJ is proverbially wiping her tears late at night—I doubt she’s even crying. It’s more about getting people to rethink WHY they get so riled up by some lithe young woman who’s totally killing it.
A rebuttal to The Harvard Lampoon Editor’s recent silly piece about women reaching “peak frump.”
Today’s list includes: everything Gucci Mane has put out since “Lemonade,” Yelp, and considering pixie cuts “alternative.”
“We are not saving the world here, so be creative and be an artist in your own respect–there’s no need to be mean and holier than thou.” Talking to the lovely Carolyn Murphy about what she learned in her twenties that helped her grow into the woman she is today.
Taylor Swift jokes aside, I find my sartorial cravings this fall heavily inclined towards anything red. Bright yet deep—reds you can’t miss, reds you can’t write off as maroon or burgundy—no, RED.
The onslaught of so-called news now delivered during fashion week regarding each show, celeb sighting, and inevitable blogger collaboration entirely drowns itself out, rendering all of it tired, dull, and a waste of my time.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own. Today fashion week, Chrissy Teigen, and rapper beef are feeling rather meh.
“The fashion world can be fickle, so build something solid in parallel and enjoy it while it lasts!” Talking to the uber-inspirational Elettra Wiedemann about how she juggles such different roles, and what keeps her motivated throughout it all.
After lamenting a deficit of “normal” compliments in my life, I’ve comforted myself by concluding that–while I’ll never be the Marsha Brady of the world–at least people are forced to go off autopilot when they address me.