Women and Beauty: Part One Did you know that I’m a cartographer now? Oh yeah, I’ve been studying and mapping the lines on my face. My laugh lines and future crows feet are worrying me. And by the way, is there a more technical term that I can use in place of crow’s feet because there’s not too much more that can make a person … Continue reading Women and Beauty: Part One
These are not the sort of fashion magazines that I grew up with. These are diverse in many ways; these have something really good to say about social consciousness and diversity. Continue reading How Fashion Magazines Are Evolving
I’m a sporadic sort. Flighty, inconsistent, unreliable. I’m a free-spirit damn it! I’m not ashamed of it, but I am often ashamed of the consequences of it. When it comes to my failures at being a lady, the thing that shows my inconsistency more than anything else is probably the condition of my nails. Continue reading Pointing with my knuckles.
My skin loves to play games with me. It’s like a frat boy. The ones who are 30 years of age but still frat boys. You see, my skin is not young or old, but it likes to act as if it has no idea what it’s doing, or with whom it’s loyalties should lie. “What do you mean I shouldn’t have slept with Becky? … Continue reading My Skin Ain’t Loyal
So I wanna be a lady… but YouTube is making me it’s b&%#%. Did you know that you too can be beautiful? Did you know that you can create the perfect cat eye, sew in your own weave, contour your face like the stars and do your own acrylic nails at home? But wait, there’s more! You can distress your jeans and cut up your … Continue reading YouTube Hates You
So I decided that I am decidedly sick of having to deal with hair. I think, “Maybe I should just chop it all off again.” I promptly remember that I’ll regret it in a month. I sit in my neighborhood Starbucks and a girl walks in with the coolest mohawk, the sides of her hair buzzed with the cutest subtle lines. UGH I want that. … Continue reading Oh Goodness… I’m That Lady.
It’s nice to be thrifty but…. Damn is it nice to do things for oneself. Listen, I am the Queen of Thrifty and “Is it on sale?” and “Hell no, that’s way too much money!” I hate spending money, especially on myself. Well let me rephrase that: I used to hate it, now I just find it uncomfortable. It’s a thing I learned indirectly from … Continue reading Nailed It… By a Hair.
Let me begin by saying that I’m a fairly classy girl. I believe myself to be, and I am. But gosh darn it… I’m sitting in the dentist’s chair trying my damnedest not to let the ashy, white line carved landscape of my heels show. I stretch my toes out, arching ballerina style. I cross my legs to get some angles. I curse myself and … Continue reading Cracked Feet/ Fairly Classy Girl
One of the most dreadful feelings I have as a woman is being in a room, dressed very comfortably (for me that’s jeans and a tank), hair in a ponytail and no makeup on when another woman struts in looking totally put together. Call me vain. Go ahead, do it. I always, always think to myself, “Gosh darn it, would it have killed me to … Continue reading Would some lipgloss have killed you?
So the other night I’m getting ready to go out with my best friend. I shower and get all dolled up. And because I want to be more of a lady, I had gone out and bought myself some new fragrances. I love a just showered smell, but I wanted a little extra. I smell three of them and settle on one. Its deep and … Continue reading Old lady smell.