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, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
Because not all mother figures are blood-related, vagina wielding Betty Crockers, okay?
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.
The company’s slightly old-fashioned manifesto in The New York Times was equal parts bold and convincing, making a case not just for ads with conviction, but conscious consumption itself.
Do me a solid and like the shiny new Twenties Collective page on Facebook? Click zee photo, do the right thing–a la Spike Lee–except not at all.
The latest Mad Men episode, “The Flood,” got me thinking about escapism – that temporary panacea that most of us turn to repeatedly, since our intentions in doing so are easily camouflaged […]