As a woman, you can’t look at that face without seeing the façade, but as a girl, it would be easy to convince yourself that such perfection exists.
She wears her insecurity on her sleeve, but the narcissism it’s wrapped up in has colored it more prickly than pitiful.
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup incudes: Allison Williams, long TV show intros and Sriracha-flavored beer.
This book doesn’t hate men, but it knows they’re flawed—it knows that our world, and its system of privileges, is wholly warped…that it continues to need fixing
Society has built up a problematic narrative where the ideal woman acts in a very particular way: she doesn’t care about superficial things (make-up, fashion), yet always manages to look and feel perfect despite that. Call it Jennifer Lawrence syndrome, if you will.
On Sunday I Instagrammed a cry for help in the form of a drab coconut popsicle, the sad caption reading: my only friend. This dramatic statement is far from the truth, but in that moment, as everyone in NYC appeared deeply invested in something called the World Cup with their pals, and I sat alone in my apartment clogged with snot and overwhelming angst, it felt true.
Fashion designer Rachel Antonoff’s career is a testament to the power of keeping your friends and family close by at all times–especially when that crowd is equally as creative. Here, I pick her brain on the good old trifecta that is work, friendship, and love.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
Women rethink the narrative they’re born into, laughing at Mean Girls rather than recreating their own version. They aim to bake a great, gooey pie, rather than merely perfecting one rigid, self-absorbed slice.