My little sister just turned (gasp) sixteen. If I can give her any insight that might make this period of her life less bumpy, it’s this…
Lessons for My Sister On Her Sixteenth Birthday
20 SENSE: Rebecca Taylor, Fashion Designer
“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.
Aspire To Be Women, Not Girls
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.
On Little-Sister Induced Nostalgi-ugh
The sudden realization that my little sister has gone from perpetual zygote to a young woman capable of operating a vehicle ON HER OWN, has increased my already-present nostalgia tenfold. But, as fun as my early life of Dunkaroo-dipping was–ditto that feeling of immortality that comes with being a teen–those earlier periods were lacking in the fully fleshed sense of self I’m finally starting to grasp.
The Weekend Grab Bag
Welcome back to THE WEEKEND GRAB BAG, also known as the loudest detritus left over in my noggin after a weeks worth of the usual cultural-social-life bombardment. Today I’m dabbling in haircuts, stepping up my getting-weird-with-beauty game, societal critiques of relationship age gaps, “cougars,” my love/hate relationship with film, and of course, The Oscars.
An Indirect Love Letter to The People I Grew Up With
I wrote this a while ago, but it seems especially pertinent on Thanksgiving, having spent last night catching up with the very people it’s dedicated to.
Twenties / Collective 