Category Archives: style
My journey to respectable adult woman swimsuits was riddled with corpses, but I made it. I’m here. Tell me congrats.
Some people identify themselves as “dog moms,” as you may have noticed on every Instagram bio ever. If I’m going to be a childless mom to an object, then that answer is very easy. Hello I’m a purse mom.
omg cancel everything quit your job break up with your boyfriend change your name move cities because Beyoncé’s active-wear line is finally here.
I wish you could see my fridge. My roommate and I are in our mid-twenties, and thus can’t grab the carrot cake out of the fridge without half a dozen couples staring back at us.
It’s wedding season.
Remember when I was neck-deep in a spiritual warfare about whether or not I should lob my hair? I just used lob as a verb.
Well if you aren’t one of the few, the proud, the Marines, AKA the people who I group text on a regular basis, or follow me on social media, allow me to enlighten you.
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Ahh, yes, the art of completely taking over everything your boyfriend wears without his permission or even general awareness. It takes skill. It takes tact. It takes unnecessary luxury designer statement pieces.
Don’t worry, I’m here. I live to serve you.
Here are the necessary steps to ensuring no straight female lays a single eyeball on your man this v-day.
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Valentine’s Day. It’s a joyous, bright pink day. It’s a cold, black pit. It’s a fervent reminder of your love. It’s an aggressive reminder you’re single.
It doesn’t matter if you’re obsessed in love with this holiday or wish it would disappear into a black hole with all of the happy couples–because both parties have one thing in common: YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT LET’S ALL JUST BE STILL FOR A HOT SEC.
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I had to stick up for choker necklaces two times last weekend. Please feel sorry for me. This is because I A) wore one out and B) WENT TO MICHAEL’S AND DIY’D SAID CHOKER BEFORE GOING OUT AND C) Snapchatted the whole ordeal to death and so naturally everyone saw and asked about it and by everyone I mean 2 people.
This blog is my defense for chokers. They’re back and they’re real and this is America and it’s happening.