For not being a real actress or singer (I just annoy people by singing the songs in my head and re-creating dramatic scenes from Star Wars), I have an oddly extensive knowledge of musical theater. No, this is not a pissing contest, I know you also love Cats. I simply

If this past week is any indication, the heat is a-comin’ and, going into my second New York City Summer, I’m reminded of a few things. I desperately need an AC First of all, let’s just be clear that the thought of me installing an air conditioning unit in my

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Generally before I make any decisions in life, I ask myself one important question: What Would Ryan Lochte Do? I’ve always wanted to be a world class idiot (and swimmer) with his own reality show, and everyone knows Lochte is so fast because he shaves his whole body. After all,

It’s not breaking news that 90s nostalgia is super hip right now.  Children of the 90s, such as myself, are now in their twenties– a time when life gets downright complicated by jobs and relationships and a lot of other junk.  Most of us long for simpler times– times when

We need to talk about the dollar store. I remember hating trips to the dollar store when I was but a wee child dragged along by Grandma to shop for knockoff perfume and to socialize with the residents of her small town. But now I realize that Grandma knew what

I wish I lived in a salon. Inspired by Sarah’s guide-to-cutting-your-own-hair post last week, I went digging in my really old and disgusting clear closet organizer thing where I knew an aging pair of shears were buried somewhere.  See, I used to have bangs, and I would always cut my

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,

Don’t you hate it when you forget to bring an example of a haircut/style you want to the hair salon, and every fucking magazine seems to somehow feature only the cold, dead eyes of any or all of the numerous Disney Channel gremlins starring in various vampire , high school