Girl meets boy. They have feelings, instant chemistry. It does NOT translate well to texting.
“I always say that if you can’t get inspired in New York, you can’t get inspired anywhere.” Rebecca Taylor is one of the few designers who manages to tap into my girlier proclivities, and one who succeeds at designing for every shade and shape of woman. I jumped at the opportunity to pick her brain, and, not surprisingly, she’s as cool as I expected.
“Write normcore on a post it note and have someone shit on it. Call it art.” Sorry if you’ve been holding your breath, but my self-directed-real-talk is BACK, and it’s pretty extensive to make up for lost time.
Trying to assign one lifestyle or worldview to an entire generation of people is bound to be faulty, but EliteDaily really wins the award for hitting the ball farthest out of the park. Actually, I’m not even sure they’re starting in the park—they’re somewhere far outside it, seemingly locked in the basements of their college frat house (a land where tales of Taylor Swift’s de-virginizer moonlight as worthwhile news).
More and more I am noticing how technology allows me to avoid more important pursuits and more enriching lines of thought. I can’t settle for denial any longer, so it’s time to make a change.
I don’t use curse words or sexual language in a demeaning way, and to assume that a girl can’t say words like “fuck” without doing so is to submit to supremely dated gender stereotypes.
“It would be wrong to say that we’re simply being ourselves online, pure and unfiltered. Most of us aren’t catfishing, or creating fictional characters, but we are probably spinning our lives to some extent.”
Why are all these grumpy journalists ignoring an entire subset of young adults who are not supported whatsoever by their parents?