Category Archives: Chick stuff

It’s time: #TheBachelorette premieres tomorrow

The 12th season of The Bachelorette, starring Joelle “JoJo” Fletcher, is upon us. I’m looking forward to the madness and comedy–particularly given that I think we dodged a bullet with this whole situation.

If you have any doubts about ABC‘s choice of Bachelorette, please look up the perceived runner-up’s Snapchat. Annoying-ness quotient: 2,124,756 on a scale of 1-10. Trust me.

 

🎶🎶Guess who's back back back… Back again 🎶🎶

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Success! I have become higher maintenance.

Remember when I expressed a desire to up my high maintenance game? (Yes, seriously)

Well, I have succeeded. Aren’t you proud of me?

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I’d like to thank Courtney Forrest and by extension, Jaime Maser, for making me aware of M61 Power Glow Peel, a glycolic and salicylic acid exfoliating peel you apply with a pre-moistened towelette. It smells amazing, but in a natural, no fragrance added way. I’m ready to buy them by the hundred.

I got Botox. My only regret? That I didn’t start sooner.

I even used the Snapchat beauty filter (OK, a lot).

But now I want to start using eye cream. These long trips have me feeling puffy. Any recommendations?

Update: I bought this toner today and will let you know how I like it.

Update #2: I got a sample of this Sunday Riley cream and loved it so much that I plans to save my pennies and buy it. Another sample of this Tata Harper mask was also excellent.

So yeah, I’m doing pretty well on this high maintenance mission.

What’s the strangest thing…

What the strangest thing to happen to you during a waxing?

I ask because of something that occurred to me recently. There I was, lying completely exposed from the waist down, when the aesthetician stepped back and announced “cute one.”

I’m flattered, I guess? I laughed pretty hard.

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This happened at a dedicated waxing spot versus a room at a nail salon, if the context matters. I’ve been to this spot and this particular woman before.

Have you ever experienced something like this? I need to know.

I have a crush on Charlie Hunnam

After all of the gloomy stuff I’ve been posting, I thought those of you who enjoy looking at handsome men deserved both a break and a treat.

Property of the Independent UK

Property of the Independent UK

(Don’t worry – a woman crush post is coming. I promise. Something for everyone.)

How hot is Charlie Hunnam of Sons of Anarchy fame?

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Maiden name? How about it’s just MY name.

If you’ve been coming here for a while, you’ll recall that I posted here about how I have no interest in changing my name if I ever get married (seemingly unlikely, right?).

But then I read this article and learned more about the history of women from being discouraged from keeping their own names. I was outraged.

NYT

What would be great, in my opinion, is if the NY Times and other publications who announce marriages stopped assuming anyone would change his or names. Mention it if they do as the exception.

[This article came out about a week ago. I sat on this post for a few days, trying to calm down about the subject and word this post in a way that doesn’t offend friends who have chosen to change their names.]

Were you aware of state laws like this? Does this information change how you feel about the issue?

Magic Mike XXL, the unexpected feminist movie

Just like I did re: The Bachelorette – or rather didn’t do – I won’t recap Magic Mike XXL. Not because I didn’t enjoy it (I enjoyed it A LOT) but because other, better writers have already done so.

Via People Magazine

Here are a few highlights from their write-ups interspersed with pics and gifs from this totally Oscar-caliber* movie as well as one or two of my own thoughts.

If you’re concerned about spoilers – and you really shouldn’t be because the paper-thin plot is Not The Point – I guess stop reading. But you’d be missing stuff like this:

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I’m sorry for how I looked when I had cramps

Illustration by Chopstick Days. Click for more great illustrations

Illustration by Chopstick Days. Click for more great illustrations

I’m sorry

For how I looked

When I had cramps.

It was not my best day.

Actually, it was my worst day.

Until next month anyway.

Mom didn’t warn me

That there would be days like this

For the next few decades.

Perhaps she knew

Intuitively

That it wouldn’t be good for our relationship

Or her safety.

Smart, that lady.


These illustrations help me laugh at my pain.