At some point in the late 1990s, when flared-leg jeans were getting popular, all the adults in my life starting talking about how they never thought they’d see bell-bottoms make a comeback. At the time, I thought they were being ridiculous. These were flares not bell-bottoms, why couldn’t they get with it?
Earlier today I read an article on Blisstree that delineates BeyoncÃ©’s post-baby weight-loss routine. It’s centered around 4-hour workouts, involves living with her personal trainer, and represents how far our culture has taken its obsession with being thin. Apparently, B’s got 40 pounds to lose and she’s looking to meet her goal before April rolls around.
Every morning, I get an email from Groupon announcing its latest deals. Inevitably, I find myself wondering how they select the images that will go along with the offer. Sometimes, it’s clearly an image of the restaurant or business being advertised. Often, though, it’s very obviously a stock photo. It’s those instances that really make me wonder – does Groupon have a photo editor (or several) who select these pictures? Or are companies asked to supply images when they liaise with Groupon? These questions keep me up at night, and one of the reasons they do is that sometimes the pictures are just whack-a-doo. Read More WTF Groupon?
A few days ago, an article was published in The New York Times Magazine about yoga. Surprising, right? Actually, for many people it’s been a total shock, and judging by the posts in my Facebook feed, the world of yoga as we know it may be coming to an end. Yes, dear friends, we’ve hit the yogapocalypse. The yopocalypse? No, I think the first one works better.
I’m just going to completely honest here and say what’s on my mind: I have problems with my face. Specifically, I have a skin problem. I’ve written about it before, and in the same context as this one, which is me trying to find a way to deal with a perennially irritated, flaky, red patch of skin that routinely develops on the right side of my face, just below my mouth.
Roughly halfway through Blue Nights, Joan Didion’s most recent release, she quotes something her daughter once said: “Like when someone dies, don’t dwell on it.” Once the phrase is spoken, it returns throughout the remainder of the essay, almost a touchstone for both Didion and her reader. Read More Blue Nights, Red Soles
One evening before I started writing a blog post, my fiancÃ© asked me what I was going to post about (he does this every night, sometimes it really stresses me out). “Fat days,” I answered. “Fat days? What’s that?” he asked. “You know, fat days? ‘Blech, I’m having a fat day’?” I said, at a loss as to how one might explain a fat day further than that. He stared at me blankly.
I’m curious about your feelings toward the word “beautiful.” What sort of images come to mind when you hear or see the word “beauty”? I can tell you what Google image search thinks Read More You Beauty!