In David Foster Wallace’s cringe-inducing book, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, he writes, “Or like just another manipulative pseudopomo Bullshit artist who’s trying to salvage a fiasco by dropping back to a metadimension and commenting on the fiasco itself.”
This week’s takedown has been making the rounds in the form of a picture. Author, raw-food enthusiast, and PETA celebrity from 2010 Mimi Kirk is pictured on the left, and an elderly woman labeled “unknown” is pictured on the right. The text: “They are both 73 years old. Can you guess which one is a […]
I have seem to find myself in a bit of a life crisis. I am frankly, getting too old for the quarter-life crisis, that state of mind upon entering the adult world where you ask yourself, “What the hell am I doing here?” A condition made famous by the movies Garden State, Lost in Translation […]
If you have a passive interest in astrology and what the planets have to teach us, you will know that by most accounts, two weeks ago was supposed to be a big astrological week. The planet Neptune was due to end its sojourn, which began in 1998, in Aquarius and enter Pisces on February 3rd. […]
I’m a latecomer to the whole Glee thing. For about a year and a half, I ignored the show, even though I am an avid fan of television and musicals and people spontaneously breaking out into song. I knew the hype existed, but it existed on the periphery of my awareness, like seeing something out […]
What’s “clinkling” you ask? Why, it’s only the latest thing in women’s health and beauty; a combination of “cleavage” and “wrinkling” (I want to note that I have to give my friend Molly all the credit for this neologism). And if you’re doing it, be advised: it will ruin your life.
Not that long ago I noticed that I was having An Eye Area Problem. I have the interesting conundrum of skin that’s bad enough to necessitate strong creams and soaps but sensitive enough to revolt against the harsh chemicals.
So, I’m around 30 years old, and over the past few years I’ve noticed a persistent grayening (not a word) of my hair. It first became noticeable/distressing a few months before my wedding, so like any properly crazed bride-to-be, I dyed it before the big day.
I’ve been pondering for the past few days on the fact that I’ll be turning 30 in a few months. For most of my adult years I’ve looked upon this date with much trepidation, panic attacks, and hives. I don’t know if it’s the loss of my youth I’m worried about, the toll that aging […]