Here’s what I’ve realized about basic bitch: I AM ONE. We all are. The list of basic bitch characteristics is lengthy and it’s pretty much impossible not to find some things you have in common with this much maligned archetype of supposedly boring femininity. For example: I love “Friends” reruns, SoulCycle, that new Taylor Swift song, and Florence, Italy, all examples of basic bitchdom according to the various definitions I’ve read online. So, why not embrace your own inner (and outer) basic bitch by making the typical Basic Bitch look your Halloween costume? Don’t forget to post tons of photos on Insta, hashtag #BLESSED! (Although, if you really want to be a Basic Bitch for Halloween, you should really be a SEXY basic bitch, because basic bitches love sexy Halloween costumes.) Keep reading »
If there’s anything I’ve learned from trolling Pinterest, flipping through the J. Crew catalogs that stuff my mailbox every week and ogling stylish women on the streets of New York City, it’s that I apparently have no idea how to dress myself. I mean, I learned how to dress myself as a kid – step right leg into pants, step left leg into pants, pull up, button, etc. – but apparently, outside of the basics, I’m doing it all wrong. The way I roll my sleeves is shameful, my belt cinching knowledge is rudimentary at best, and my jean cuffing technique is straight up basic. (No wonder I don’t have a boyfriend!!!) Thank goodness the internet is full of handy tutorials for these rampant styling problems, so that simpletons like myself can get it right.
Ever since that summer vacation when I was thirteen and Jennifer Lopez’s “The Wedding Planner” played over and over again on daytime TV, I’ve been a little bit obsessed with engagement rings. I’m more interested in looking at them online than I am with the idea of getting one (I mean, I want one eventually, but that’s not what this is about), so my obsession has turned me into an unofficial expert on the topic. I love unique, vintage, or different-looking rings — and judging by the results I get when I try to look up pictures on Pinterest, a lot of other women share my taste.
It would take at least a year for me to show you all the great rings I’ve found on Etsy, but you at least deserve a TASTE of my expertise… so here are 15 of the best ones. Please join me in gawking and swooning. Read more on The Gloss…
I really kinda dig Taylor Swift. Her music is fun and sometimes, sadly, reflects my much-older dating woes, she’s smart and sassy, and she definitely has a sense of humor about her own fame. Case in point: when she wore this “No Its Becky” shirt out and about in NYC recently, a reference to an amazing Tumblr post that went viral, in which a photo of Taylor is identified as some random chick named Becky, who used to be happy and popular until she snorted marijuana at a party. And what do ya know, this moment in random pop culture memery is the perfect inspiration for any Swifty in need of a Halloween costume. Just don’t forget to bring Olivia Benson! Read on for details! Keep reading »
There’s first class and then there’s FIRST CLASS.
Joining the mile high club just got so much easier thanks to the genius who decided to turn an emptied-out Boeing airplane from the 1960s into a hotel suite situated high above the Costa Rican jungle. Keep reading »
I love the natural high of exercise. To me, it serves as a kind of pseudo anti-depressant* that puts me in an instant good mood, and I like to alternate new workout plans to give me something to look forward to during dull or stressful stretches of time (like, say, the bulk of winter). For most of my life, largely because of Lululemon models that looked nothing like me and my overall hatred of gym class, I thought of myself as the opposite of a “fitness person.” I was on a sports team for a few years of high school, but I still felt like I’d never be someone who exercised of my own accord, and I dreaded “mile run day” in school like it was the plague. At that point, I figured I’d be doomed to choose between either a sedentary life or one full of countless miserable, wasted hours forcing myself to break a sweat when I’d rather be reading a book. I can’t pinpoint exactly when that changed, but sometime within the last few years, I started to kind of like going to the gym. I started to realize (and this is going to sound painfully obvious, so don’t laugh) that exercise is not just for those among us who are ultra-thin and have $200 Nike fitness gear, or something that only some people are “good” at. Instead, it’s an amazingly simple, egalitarian way to improve your life and practice keeping promises to yourself (for real, this was an actual surprise to me). These days, I get twitchy after a few days without a workout, which has me in a bind, because I just injured my foot and am totally out of commission. Keep reading »