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Book Thirst Thursday: #1

I decided to devote Thursdays to book recommendations but um, I’m sorry. Already dropped the ball. In fact, I dropped the ball without ever having picked up the ball. Which is kind of awesome, when you think about it. 

My reason for not getting it together enough to write a book recommendation? I have a stye. Alternatively spelled sty. It’s basically a pimple on my eyelid. You know how when you feel nauseous you’re like: oh my god, how did I go around not feeling nauseous for so long without appr

Wild Card Wednesday: #1

Okay, so in a little bit, I’m going to post a video — but first: some totally tedious explanation! The video in question stars my redheaded right-hand ma’am, Jamie Mae Lawrence (also some dudes I don’t know but wish I did because they’re fun-to-the-nay). Jamie and I met when we were twelve, at the Oakwood Upper School’s seventh grade orientation pool party (f.y.i. I modeled Winston Prep, the too-too private school in POSEUR, on Oakwood). The party was hosted by this girl I didn’t know, Laurie Ru

Fashion Tip Tuesday: Tip #1

Okay, so lately I’ve been super into the skinny-belt-over-cardigan thing. Have you guys noticed this? Instead of buttoning your cardigan, which is so boring and intuitive, you bring in a totally unnecessary accessory and make getting dressed ten times more complicated. Check it:

Or — if you’re the type who needs celebrity stamp-of-approval — check it:

What’s with Scarlett’s face, btw? It’s like her teeth fused into one giganto uni-tooth. I know, I know… I’m being mean. But just ’cause I’m jealous.

Miss Maude Monday: CASE #1

Dear Miss Maude,

I like this guy, but he has major mood swings. Sometimes he’s the perfect gentleman — other times he’s a total jerk. Is it worth pursuing things with him? Or should I put the idea out of my mind and stay friends… 

–Swing Upset, age 14

 

Miss Upset, OMG:

There’s totally an Aretha Franklin song about this! Aretha Frankin, for those of you not in the know, was the Beyoncé of her day. Some of you may recognize her as the woman who sang herself into a coma at Obama’s Inauguration, you kno

Why blog? WHY?

I hate the word blog. It’s totally like ‘blah’ and ‘clog’ mashed together. Blah is like: egh… I’m so bored. Clog is like: ew, the toilet won’t flush. Or wooden shoes invented by turn-of-the-century Dutch peasants to better outfit moms for last-minute excursions to Trader Joe’s. So when you think about it, the word “blog” is like: I flushed my mom’s wooden shoe down the toilet out of sheer boredom and now I’m standing in a swamp of upchucked poo.

Is it just me?

For a while, I toyed with the term “F