We love Amy Poehler’s website Smart Girls At The Party, which aims to inspire and empower teen girls, so we’re super excited for the launch of Smart Girls’ new series, “Ask Amy.” In the series, Amy answers reader emails while lounging on the bed like the cool aunt we always wished we had. The first question comes from a 14-year-old who wants to know how to feel pretty when her dad won’t let her wear makeup. Watch the video to hear Amy’s thoughtful answer! [YouTube]
I spent the last week in Maui soaking up the sun with my best friend and it was fabulous. We ate macadamia nut pancakes, watched seven sunsets, and floated for hours. The best part? Our hotel was near a sea turtle habitat, so we got to go snorkeling at a place called Turtle Cove, and we watched a group of 15 turtles swimming in the surf every day. It wasn’t long before these fascinating creatures became my secondary spirit animal (Celine Dion is always #1). Here are five life lessons I learned from sea turtles… Keep reading »
Don’t fool yourself, if someone asks you to make a speech at their wedding, it’s important … that you don’t bomb. I know this from experience as I had to make a speech at my brother’s rehearsal dinner this past year. Luckily, it went off with out a hitch. But we’ve all been to those weddings where someone bungled the speech. You do not want to be that person. I was at one wedding where the maid of honor, drunk off bubbly, ran through a list of the most embarrassing guys the bride had dated. At another, a groomsmen had nothing planned and rambled on and on for at least 30 minutes. Or at least it seemed that way. Not okay! Successful wedding speeches, while different, all have certain elements in common. And even though we all have varying degrees of comfort with public speaking, there are some tricks that will make your speech awesome no matter what. After the jump, some tips for making yours a hit.
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I am writing this post at the request of my co-workers. This morning when I came into the office, my co-workers were talking about how our video server was being obstinate. My reply was, “You must romance it into submission.” This was met with confused looks. So, I was obliged to present my Theory Of Technology Romance. My hypothesis is as follows: The more adversarial and impatient you are toward technology, the more problems it will present you. Shower your technology with love, kindness and affection, romance it, and you will have your technology eating out of the palm of your hand. Well, not eating, but printing out your copies, sending your epic text message when you have one bar of service or generally submitting to your will. Love your technology and it will love you back. After the jump, some tips for how to do this. Keep reading »
Whenever summer rolls around I look forward to hot days, gorgeous nights, skimpy sundresses, and sangria. But there’s one thing about this amazing season that fills me with dread, that makes me sigh dramatically as I unpack my summer wardrobe, that makes me cringe at the thought of an afternoon stroll through the park. Two words, my friends: thigh chafing.
According to fashion magazines and fitness shows and hipster photos on Pinterest, all women are supposed to have a generous gap between our thighs (judging from Pinterest, ideally the gap should be large enough to frame a picture of the sunset). I’ve been many different weights in my life, but honestly, I can’t remember a time when my thighs didn’t touch. In the fall and winter when I’m always wearing tights or pants, this isn’t a problem at all. In the summer, when I’m wearing mini skirts and breezy dresses, it is a huge problem… Keep reading »
A few nights ago, I watched a giant spider slowly creep across my bedroom wall, leering at me with eight beady eyes. I held my breath as its hairy legs traversed framed pictures, approaching me with increasing speed until it finally leapt off the wall and landed in my hair. I screamed and madly raked my hands through my hair, trying to get it off me. When it wouldn’t budge, I ran across the room in a panic, trying anything to untangle it from my hair, but suddenly there were more of them: little spiders streaming onto my forehead and lowering down into my eyes.
I woke up on the floor of my closet, hyperventilating, with a nasty scrape on my arm from where I had bumped into my dresser. This was the worst nightmare I’ve had lately, but it definitely wasn’t the only one. In fact, I haven’t gotten much sleep at all the past couple weeks… Keep reading »