Different periods of my life resemble different Drake songs. One moment I’m all “Versace” and then I’m all “No New Friends.” Such is life, but what’s a girl to do? I think about when I’ll find the Drizzy to my Drake, my Ricky to my Rosé in my classes but just like breaking up, making friends is hard to do, especially girl friends.
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Did you hear Rachel McAdams is coming out with a new movie? Don’t roll your eyes. Yes, she’s typecast again as the “other-half” who loves so much it hurts in “About Time,” as well as in “The Vow,” “The Time Traveler’s Wife,” and “The Notebook.” At least we’ll always have “Mean Girls,” which I argue is her pièce de résistance.
I’m not going to lie and say that as a kid, watching “CSI” didn’t lead me to seriously consider a career in crime scene investigation. Marathons of the serial crime drama led me to believe that life in the field would be all about examining dead bodies and using pH strips to divulge the murder weapon. Does this even make sense? I’m not a scientist - I’m a journalist, but I think about them all the time.
The other day I came about a comment on a photo essay that willingly opened the floodgates to misogynistic comments.
Fashion is seen as a female industry (even though there are plenty of men in it), and with that comes the idea that it is frivolous. In film and television, how can fashion and costuming match up to brilliant cinematography or a thoughtfully written script? I’m taking a film class now where I’ve noticed that the mostly male-dominated class dismisses arguments on costumes and fashion, often laughing about such topics and wanting to get to the “real” discussion.
Middle school – formally known as “The Dark Ages” – was a horrible time in my life. On top of hitting puberty, I had to deal with boys - boys who didn’t know how to react upon my recent development except make jokes about wet T-shirt contests.
Can you think of a time when Target was just another Walmart, and Apple computers were just bulgy colorful things reminiscent of the start of an anticipated space-age millennium? Now think of those products today and how they got to where they are on the “It” meter through social validity. It didn’t happen over night.
Halloween costume shops are nothing short of polarizing. You walk in and half of the store is full of childish, spooky Halloween-kitsch, while the other half resembles a sex shop selling fetish-wear.
Let’s have a virtual sleepover where we can talk about makeup and guys and things that make us really angry about makeup and guys. I feel like that pretty much every day.
After writing about Skyler White, I started thinking about the vast amount of female characters that don’t get enough appreciation. Television is flooded with them, though it all started in books. I’m not talking about Bella Swan, but rather the female characters who weren’t always at the forefront of the story, who might have been disliked by readers but deserve some recognition. While not perfect, they represent all types of women, breaking the archetype that one has to be supporting, loving and in need of a male protagonist to satisfy readers’ appetites for normalcy in literature.
Most of my meals consist of eggs and rice. It’s the ultimate lazy/poor/college girl’s dish, and in Spanish it takes the name “comida puta” – b**ch food.
Miley, what are we going to do with you?
I take “Breaking Bad” pretty seriously. When I’m not writing about women here, I’m writing TV reviews for another website, and these final episodes of “Breaking Bad” are taking over my life.
You’ve been there. You’re bored on the bus, exhausted after a long day of work or school, wanting nothing more than to self-indulge in mindless games designed for your phone that will make the trip more bearable, or at least will make that homie-frat boy blasting “Harlem Shake” less noticeable. You broke up with Candy Crush Saga because she’s a relentless monster that takes over your life, and reading on the bus makes you nauseous. You’re finger tracks the App Store. You resist, but ultimately decide to get lost in the flurry world of free apps. iPhone Apps are nothing short of diverse, but some targeted specifically for women are just creepy.
I used to have flowing, red mermaid hair, and while I’m aware of the pastel unicorn trend being dubbed mermaid hair, I’d like to think mine was the real deal. I didn’t even know it until some girl I never even met yelled at me in the hallways of my high school,“YO, I FOUND DA LITTLE MERMAID Y’ALL!”
A WASP-y woman finds herself in a minimum-security prison, where upon entering, gets asked a version of “How did you end up here?”
I believe that feminism can be individual, but however nuanced the description gets, there are some things feminism is clearly not. It’s not a taboo, a dirty word, “bad” in any shape or form, and it definitely isn’t a trend.
I’m a total Barbie girl.
I stay away from reality TV contests, but occasionally a performance goes viral that gets me to pay attention. A couple of weeks ago, it was 6-year-old Aaralyn O’Neil who got me glued to a YouTube clip of her performance on “America’s Got Talent.”
[This post contains spoilers on “Mad Men” Season 6]