As of this week I am 32. It feels old. It is not old, but things like full-day hangovers and friends having babies make it feel old. My hair has a little patch that’s starting to thin, and my forehead is creased, and my eyes have little lines at the corners when I smile. It is all downhill from here unless I fight…
I’m a touring musician, and as such, the two things that stress me out the most day-of shows—besides the inevitable gaggle of friends asking to be put on the guest list—are what I’m wearing and what my face looks like. When it comes to beauty, I’m low- to no-maintenance; a result of my strict parents who forbade me…
A couple of weeks ago, while stuck in a stalled subway car, I tried to entertain myself by tallying up the total amount of money I’ve spent having my hair dyed. “Considering that I’ve been coloring my hair once every 2-4 months since I was 17...” Here I stopped. The cost is too depressing and what I learned in that…
I’m “kind of in a weird place right now,” as they say when they are minimizing while fishing for sympathy. As a result, my beauty regimen has recently become both more intricate — perhaps I can slough off this funk with a million products? — and way sloppier. Think pizza boxes piled up next to the bed, but instead of…
I have been obsessed with beauty products since I was a wee child. From Bonnie Bell peel-off nail polish to Wet ‘N’ Wild lipstick to Fetish perfume to absolutely everything at The Body Shop - I loved all of it. From childhood through college, there wasn’t a gimmick I didn’t buy into or a supposedly life-changing…
Vital Stats: I am an almost-29-year-old, I have a pixie cut, and I work out (running, soccer, biking) fairly often. I work as a visual interaction designer for a software consulting company in Pittsburgh, PA. I live in the city and I absolutely love it.
I’m 35. According to America, this is the year that I should begin having things injected via needle into my face, but that sounds expensive and painful. I don’t want to do that.
Last August, I found myself somewhat randomly having dinner in a rustic steakhouse at an off-the-strip hotel in Las Vegas with Erik Soto, global makeup artist for Kat Von D. As somebody at the next table stabbed a knife into a big hunk of meat—Soto was having salad—he advised me that a face should start with a clean…
Let’s just start out by saying that my bathroom looks like a cosmetics counter exploded everywhere. This bathroom is inexplicable: I am usually in sweatpants and Nike slides, and I barely even wear make-up during the day, except for black liquid eyeliner which I have been wearing since before I could even drive a…
My beauty life is one of compromises, which is to say that in general, I strive to look a strong "okay." But, I also know goals are predictive—so today I decided to strive for more. It was sunny when I woke up and I wasn't hungover. Literally anything in the world seemed possible.
I have a department store's worth of products scattered across every available surface in my apartment, like a very well art directed fungus. I also work in two very different industries that require entirely different daily looks. I'm not exactly sure where the correct assignment of cause and effect is in those two…
Are you using Sachajuan? I spent weeks looking for samples after reading about how their hair products are full of sea algae, or something, and isn't that what Crème de la Mer is made of? Or, at least what mermaids use? Anyway, couldn't find samples so I bit the bullet and spent about $80 total on the Normal Shampoo, …
Last week was a weird week. On Wednesday morning, my grandfather died. On Saturday, I played plus-1 to the WGA Awards. On Sunday, I was supposed to fly to Minneapolis for my grandfather's funeral. On Monday, they were going to bury him.
My current lifestyle is very different than it has been for the majority of my life. Previously, I was in school or employed at a job that required me to actually leave my home everyday and work in an office. Since I now work from home, my routine has more or less been completely flipped on its head.
In my Brooklyn apartment, there's a dresser top littered with all the products I don't use. There are two more wicker baskets shoved into my bathroom shelves, full of other products I don't use. Tons more stored under the cabinet. I can't explain this. You can't make me.
We start working around 8:30 at Jezebel. By that time, for my own emotional well-being, I need to have had a cup of coffee, done some yoga, showered, dressed, and, at the very least, have my face and eye makeup on. I feel more pulled together mentally when I'm clothed and the bed is made and with all my chemical-laden…
