Early last week, I flew to Los Angeles to tape an upcoming TV appearance (so mysterious, I know) and spent the rest of the week working from our West Coast office. It was busy and kind of stressful because I was attempting to function on dual time zones (my body/mind was perpetually confused about what time it actually was). However, it was also really nice to bask in the ever present California sunshine, witness a few epic sunsets (bottom right), see some friends (bottom left, showing off John DeVore’s first driver’s license), and eat real Mexican food. It also gave me an opportunity to appreciate the random things I happen to enjoy about traveling. Check them out after the jump! Keep reading »
And on a completely shallow note, Michelle Obama looked amazing in a Tracy Reese dress at last night’s Democratic National Convention — but it was her nail polish that caught my eye. Upon closer inspection — I couldn’t sleep, okay? — the polish appears to be a blue-ish grey color, possibly in tribute to the Democratic Party, but more likely just further proof that she’s naturally fierce in the style department. I’m not sure what brand/color she was wearing, but I found a few similar shades — check ‘em out, after the jump! Keep reading »
The first day of school is 10 percent who your new teachers are, 90 percent your outfit. Ok, maybe 10 percent is who that new hottie is, but that can just factor right back into your outfit because you want him to notice you, obvs. And nail art is just another way to show off your awesome sauce! So, I’ve put together this slideshow of some of my fave looks from some super talented nail artists to inspire you to do up your digits for your big first day!
Here’s my back to school cool look — saddle shoes! My mom got me a fresh pair of these kicks every year for elementary school. Instead of being on my feet, this time around, I put them on Kiki T’s hands. Special thanks to the best hand model/astrologist in the world! I only wish we went to the same school back in the day….
I knew Buckingham Palace wouldn’t be able to get to all of ‘em! And by that I mean, all of the women who were witness to Prince Harry’s naked partying in Las Vegas a few weeks ago. This weekend, Carrie Reichert spoke to the UK’s Mirror about the 15-20 minutes she spent partying alone with Prince Hot Ginge in Sin City, and over the course of the evening, witnessed him issuing copious “naked hugs” and pushing his firecrotch up against a window “just like, ‘Look at me Vegas, these are the royal jewels’.” Keep reading »
This past weekend, I had brunch with a single guy friend and, as I tend to do when I’m in these situations, I took advantage of the opportunity to ask him questions about dating.
“So, what’s the your least favorite thing about dating?” I asked.
“When I’m on a dates, I hate when women project their dating history onto me,” he replied.
“You mean like they talk about their baggage?”
“No,” he said, “But it’s like I can tell who’s sat in the chair before me by they way they act.” Keep reading »
Let’s talk about anxiety dreams, shall we? They suck. But we all have them, no matter how much we have our act together in real life. Anxiety dreams happen when the stress, fear and worries of daily life infiltrate our unconscious mind. Or conversely, when there’s some crap we’re not ready to deal with, the anxiety will express itself through dream imagery. After an anxiety dream, we often wake up in the morning, or drenched in sweat in the middle of the night, with heart-pounding fear, feeling exhausted, like we didn’t sleep at all. Keep reading »
I don’t obsessively wash my hands; in fact, I spend most of my time barefoot, germs faze me that little. I don’t feel an inexplicable need to count things. I don’t have any good luck charms, either physical (objects) or mental (numbers, letters, etc.). But I do have moderate OCD that has, over the course of my life, manifested itself in various ways at varying degrees of intensity.
OCD runs in my family; both my late grandmother and my uncle were/are incredibly repetitive people. My mom also has certain OCD behaviors; leaving her neat and orderly nest to go to college caused my OCD to emerge so I could instill a sense of order that I needed to feel safe. Looking back, my most extreme periods of obsessive compulsive behavior coincided with times when I was most unhappy, stressed, or conflicted about something. Attending to my various OCD needs gave me a place to focus all my anxiety and helped calm my mind. For a few years, I cleaned my apartment constantly, mopping the kitchen floor three times a day and fretting over whether my bedspread was laid perfectly symmetrical across my bed. I could spot a dust bunny from 30 feet away. It was maddening, but you could eat breakfast off my bathroom floor.
Nowadays, for a variety of reasons — medication that manages my associated issues with anxiety and ADD, general satisfaction with my life, ongoing therapy, a housekeeper who comes once a month, and new learned coping mechanisms — my OCD is much better. Sometimes I let dishes sit in the sink overnight. My remote control does not have to sit perfectly straight on my coffee table. I would vacuum less if Lucca didn’t shed so much. But my OCD does come out in some kind of random, less obvious ways. Here are some of them… Keep reading »
I am presently in a relationship, and I hope it goes the distance. I’m 33, I like him, I’m ready. Before I reached this impressively adult position, however, I had my way with a series of gentleman across the fair island of Manhattan. I was a little late to the online dating game, and once I discovered it, look out! I had a date more than half the nights of the week. And, if I’m being honest, I slept with a decent number of them. What can I say? I’m a fan of the one-night stand.
One night stands, I think, are like that very, very rich piece of cheesecake: Delicious and a total treat, but if you had it every day, you’d be like, “Oh my god. I’m disgusting. I feel gross. I hate myself.” They’re not for every day, but they’re for sometimes. The key is in the approach. You need to practice moderation. You need to find the right guy with whom to do it. And the right guy is simple. He is someone you’re very attracted to and with whom you have zero interest in a relationship.
Now that I’ve laid the criteria for the gentleman with whom you want to have a one night stand, let me work to convince you further as to why you should indulge … Keep reading »
“Do you think I need therapy?” Evan asked. “I probably should start seeing a therapist.” He sighed and I shrugged.
“I can’t really answer that for you,” I said. “But it’s really helped me.” Evan and I had been fuck buddies off and on for over a year, but in the last few months we’d become better buddies and been doing less fucking, which, he told me, was how things usually went for him.
“Once I start to like a girl more as a person,” he had explained, “I’m less interested in having sex with her.” I looked at him like he was a little crazy, but whatever. His friendship was better than the sex, so if I had to choose between the two, friends it was.
“You seem to really know what you want in life,” Evan said. “You seem really in touch with, like, your issues. I don’t think I am.” And now, here we were, with Evan asking me if I thought he needed therapy. I do, by the way, but I think everyone does. Especially the guys I’ve dated and/or slept with. Many of them have gotten help for their various issues — crippling insecurity, narcissism, depression, anxiety, rage issues, etc. — but always after we’ve gone our separate ways.
See, I’m always the girl before the therapist. I’m a fluffier for mental health professionals. And it is fucking annoying. Keep reading »