I have weird hair. It’s been a constant battle to learn new, inventive ways to keep myself from looking like I stuck my finger in a light socket or bathed in an oil slick. Read More We Try It: Trichomania, Lush Solid Shampoo
I know how to make crepes, like the real, authentic French kind; this is a fact that I reveal only to the trusted people in my close circle who won’t exploit me for this (welcome to my circle). I once made the mistake of volunteering to make crepes at a family holiday brunch years ago and ended up spending the entire time in the kitchen making batch after batch. My suggestion is that you use your newfound crepe-making skill sparingly and impress the hell out of close friends rather than 20 relatives, but, hey, do as you please.
For the past three weeks, I’ve wandered aimlessly, making a vain effort to get everything done that I’m supposed to. I quit my job after being in a steady eight-to-five for three years and having nearly the same routine every week; as a type-A personality, this worked for me. Now, my days are largely my own; I have all the time in the world to do whatever I want and it’s actually quite stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I have things to do, but they’re homework assignments, trips to the post office, yoga, friends to see, jobs to research, but there’s no structure. I need structure. Read More Finding a Routine When You’ve Lost Yours: Help Wanted
It’s not every day that you get the chance to meet someone who is an inspiration to turn your life upside down and chase your dreams of making the world a better place. Several months ago, I did just that when I was virtually introduced to Kavita Ramdas by her cousin, who’s a close friend of mine. Kavita is a scholar, mother, advocate, and innovator. She is an international leader in the struggle for women’s rights and social change who has been on the front lines for the whole of her professional career with a passion for feminism since childhood.
I’m a hungry lady on a budget; I’m also pretty stressed and busy, which can interfere with eating well. I am, in fact, so stressed and busy today that I didn’t notice I put my underwear on inside-out this morning while getting ready at warp speed. That’s just fucking great. A good lunch (and rightly worn underwear) can totally make or break my day (consider this one mostly broken); I want something satisfying, non-coma-inducing, healthy, and cheap. When I don’t have time to make a big vat of something on the weekend, I turn to the amazing wonder that is egg salad. Read More The Wonder That is an Egg Salad Sandwich
When it comes to being a woman in the workplace, there’s no shortage of challenges and uphill battles to fight. In my office, which is small and run by a stereotype-governed executive director who thinks that all women always carry nail files, these battles are fought up a steeper hill than other places I’ve worked. Until recently, I’ve not given much thought to how difficult it is for some women to carry on doing their job when they’re on their period. Normally, mine are fairly light and only last for about three days. In a strange turn of events, I’ve been bleeding off and on, sometimes gushing, for roughly six weeks. It’s been fucking distracting. Read More Ladybleeding on the Job
When I first sat down to write, I had every intention of covering the end of the year and all the beautiful and tragic things that have happened in the world. If you haven’t seen the year in pictures that’s been making the rounds on Facebook, I would recommend taking a peek. I still remember some of the images from 2010 and the effect they had on me when I first saw them.