I wish I could tell you how I first heard about Skunk Anansie but I honestly don’t remember. It had to have been sometime around the late ’90s. Maybe they had a song on a soundtrack, maybe I heard about them opening for someone big like U2 or Lenny Kravitz. What I do remember, though, is being completely blown away by their lead singer, Skin. Skin is just…wow. She’s got that fierce Grace Jones look – black, bald, and beautiful – and when you first see her, you expect aggressive, punk-ish screaming vocals. But then she opens her mouth and starts to sing and it’s just pure silk. Continue reading
“Sometimes I think nothing is simple, except the feeling of pain.” – Lester Bangs Continue reading
I’ve been a sun worshipping beach baby for as long as I can remember. I’ve slathered on baby oil and tanning lotion on beaches up and down the West Coast, from Seattle to Newport Beach, and at lakesides from tiny, little Fern Ridge in Oregon to the Great Lakes. And I’ve been sunburned. Oh, how I’ve been sunburned. Never on purpose, of course, but those rays are unforgiving, the water an enemy of sunscreen, and baby oil? Well, we all know what that did to us.
You know how sometimes people say things like, â€œI’ve been pulling my hair out trying to get this paper done,â€ or whatever? Well, in my life, it’s not an idiom. When I’m stressed out, I get real and actually pull my hair out. It’s an anxiety-related, impulse-control disorder called trichotillomania (that’s DSM-IV DR 312.39 for those of you who care). I guess it’s a pretty weird thing to have, and most people I know have never heard of it before, so I thought I’d share with you some information and some of my experiences. Continue reading
So this afternoon I came across an article in The Guardian about rejecting beauty regimes and it kicked into gear thoughts that I’ve been having on make-up. I don’t wear make-up, but neither do I feel like I reject it, hence the title of this article. For some women, not wearing make-up is a rejection of the connotations, and a political statement. For me, not wearing make-up is, basically, an act of laziness. Continue reading
I don’t know if you’ve checked it out, but I adore Pinterest. You have lots of virtual boards with names like My Style, DIY, Decorating, Food and Drink, Sexy Men I Want To Bone, or Hair and Makeup. Continue reading
Zits and acne used to be a malady of the teenage years. Unfortunately, more and more adults – male and female – now find themselves dealing with pimples on a daily basis. The truth is that the average age of patients who see dermatologists for acne ranges from 20-26 years, and the anti-zit business brings in more than one billion dollars per year. Acne rates are much higher now than they were 20 years ago. Continue reading
So for some reason, I’ve been writing a lot about my “no-poo” hair experiment lately. And now I’ve gone even deeper into this experiment, as I’ve begun doing something called water-only washing. In essence, I’ve completely stopped using any thing on my hair other than water, baking soda, eggs, and apple cider vinegar.
Big deal, right? It’s just hair. But by making this change, I’ve noticed some other things start to change as well. Continue reading
So this fun little post is inspired by the fact that my BFF â€“ a freckled lass herself â€“ forwarded me a slideshow of freckle-faced beauties. (The last image, #32, on the slideshow could be considered NSFW) Sure, it’s not exactly groundbreaking; besides the freckles they’re all conventionally attractive models, but I’ll take it! Continue reading
A year or two ago, I recall seeing a spike in discussions about shampoo addiction around the blogosphere. Testimonials from people, mostly women, who broke the cycle made the rest of us wonder if we could do it, too: power through the few weeks of horrible, greasy hair to come out the other side with perfectly balanced locks. I’ve noticed there’s one beauty product addiction that doesn’t get as much attention: body lotion. And I’m pretty sure I’m an addict. Continue reading