Makeup and skincare has taken care of me…or more accurately, it’s helped me to take care of myself.”
“The beauty found in science, just as the beauty we embody ourselves, with or without makeup, can be a very empowering thing indeed.”
What Garden of Wisdom lacks in sharp aesthetics or Instagrammable packaging, it makes up for in its absurdly accessible prices.
I want the Warby Parker of hearing aids: smart-looking and aesthetic and maybe tortoiseshell. I'd even settle for an ear trumpet.
Often, the word “flattering” simply boils down to camouflaging your body’s flaws.
No longer is the promise simply extra income: In its place is a rhetoric that reads like a patois of pseudo-empowering marketplace feminism with a tinge of gig economy side hustle-speak.
Here’s how our brains — and the internet — can turn a hobby into a full-blown obsession. (We’re looking at you, YouTube gurus.)
“I love power-clashing patterns... I feel like leopard print is a neutral.”
Class anxiety festers and thrives under capitalism. Buying fakes can feel like a sneaky way of beating these luxury empires at their own game.
Lady-run cosmetics companies are popping up left and right, offering handmade, cruelty-free alternatives to Sephora.
Doesn’t every commercially sold cosmetic undergo extensive safety testing and analysis before hitting shelves? Surprisingly, the answer is…“not really.”
Whether it’s a serendipitously drawn Empress card or the weight of a smooth stone in the palm of your hand, it’s hard to turn your nose up at a lighthouse in a storm.
For someone growing up in a small-ish Southern town where wealth was displayed via head-to-toe Lilly Pulitzer, this book represented a portal to a whole new world.
Every last item in my pack had been drenched in rain, perspired through, and air-dried to a wrinkly, sweat-encrusted crisp.
For more than 60 years, Weeki Wachee, Florida has laid claim to one of the most curiously awesome roadside tourist attractions in the state
“His voice is like a tranquilizer dart straight to the brain.”
If these wines could talk, they would probably speak with vocal fry.
"They're like, ‘Here, drink this!’ And you do it and you're like, ‘What the fuck?’ You don't understand what's going on, and there's a tire fire in your mouth for the next half hour, and you can't taste anything, and you're twitching on the floor.