So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
but imagine the doctor as a lit teacher
- Student: We don't know what the author actually meant, and they're dead, so it's not like we can go ask them.
- The Doctor:
- The Doctor:
- The Doctor: brb
A Braided Updo You Can Do in Ten Minutes or Less
Spring and summer events (read: weddings) always pose some hair conundrums for me. I want to look polished, but don’t have the time (or skill, frankly) to master some elaborate style. I’d rather be celebrating! That’s why I’m so in love with this new updo that Noelle Chen, stylist and SHU UEMURA Art of Hair Director of Education, showed editor Meredith and I a few weeks ago at the Dop Dop Salon in SoHo. The finished product looks like you’ve gotten your hair done professionally, but it takes less than ten minutes to achieve. If you can do a basic three-strand braid, you can do this. And if you’re so inclined, you can also add your own twist with fishtail braids, a four strand braid, etc. The the sky’s the limit. Watch below:
When I was a little girl, I had a tradition on Sunday nights with my dad. After family dinner, we’d drive to my local Walgreen’s and hang out in the aisles. While he’d flip through the latest magazines, I would pore over the pens and pencils—scouting out any new additions that could potentially join my school bag lineup.
It sounds a little strange to hang out in the pen aisle, I know, but I swear that while I was growing up in the ’90s, there was some very serious pen innovation happening. Every week something new could pop up that would blow your mind. I got to take part in the era of Lisa Frank, multi-color and glitter-friendly gelly rolls, and who could forget the squiggle pen? Which is all a very nostalgic way of saying that I have had a fairly long love affair with pens—and that I am very picky when it comes to what I actually like.
I never connected the growing up in the 90s with my being obsessed with pens, since my mom is as obsessed with pens as I am, but it makes TOTAL SENSE. Thanks for the awesome pen, Birchbox!
hey look you go south carolina
Fucking thanks, says Louisiana.
they got us right
Fuck yeah we’re curteous, hun.
I love how many courteous states are also cursing states. NJ, CA, LA, Mass… and how many not cursing states are not courteous. FUCKING LOVE THAT THANKS.
hey everybody, here’s my puppy brother