Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
A: GETTING INTO BED LIKE THE DIRTY GIRL I AM.
Because I have writer’s block and surveys are fun!
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.
The crux of it, in my opinion, is your knowing and proclaiming what you genuinely value and enjoy, rather than fashioning those traits around other people’s expectations.
The glorious website 99u shines a little light on what it really takes to be a successful independent creative today.
The answer appears to lie in that frustrating space between who we are and who we want to be.
I’m not a big believer in idolatry, especially when it comes to the sphere of fashion. Many people are raised on platforms that have epic connotations–as if the ability to pair the right shirt with the right pant is a holy faculty given to the mere few.
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.
Around Father’s day, I asked my grandfather, whom I call Papa Chuck [not to be confused with no-one’s-favorite-pizza-joint Papa John’s], for some general wisdom, not knowing what to expect. Being in a […]
1. Spend less time comparing your life to everything on Pinterest. [Sidenote: Fuck Pinterest.] 2. Order a new pair of sneakers. Hot glue gun all your old pairs together and call it […]