Yes, I do!!! Please send me a selfie to email@example.com, writing “pic” in the subject line. I will use your picture to illustrate just
how beautiful we all are. I want to show that beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, ages, colors, ethnicities…everything!!! Continue reading
Can I love fashion and makeup and still be a feminist? This question has plagued me my entire life. Can makeup and fashion be a tool for self-expression and not a means to hide or conform to society? Continue reading
I have a friend who is an executive at a television network. As Hollywood goes, it is a very important job. She looks at hundreds of scripts, hears countless pitches for ideas for series, and is involved in all the shows that get on the air for her network. What she thinks and feels about a project, a writer, an actor, or an actress matters. Continue reading
I saw this article in The Gloss the other day titled 7 Items You Should Never Wear After Age 30 Because You Are Old, Dumb And Ugly. The title made me laugh,
With the sole project prompt of making the invisible visible, or bringing attention to something that rarely gets attention, my mind immediately flitted to the insidious pressure on girls and their appearances. Continue reading
I recently had the chance to hang out with Holly Fulger and friends (and fellow Speaking of Beauty contributing writers) in Holly’s home in L.A. Don’t freak out if you happen to be aware of The Cali Curse and the Me Being Banned from Ever Stepping Foot NEAR the State of California thing.
At least, not yet. I may eventually need to have a shaman clear me for seeing Holly in person, but right now Continue reading
Watch what Tara Windley and I did a few weeks ago, in our “Beauty Mobile,” as we went around to our friends, having them pick a word that best describes them. Express yourselves, ladies!!!!
In my last post, I wrote about the time two boys in my 5th grade class, Billy and Matt, told me that I was pretty. It was the first time I’d been called pretty by someone other than my mother, and I was pretty darn excited about it.
My excitement, however, was short-lived. Because less than a year later, something excruciating happened:
Sixth Grade. Continue reading
My mother hated her kinky, fuzzy Afro-Jew hair. The second of her four children, I inherited her slender frame, her father’s Mongol cheekbones, her memory for minutiae – and her kinky, fuzzy Afro-Jew hair. Continue reading
I grew up in the 70′s and I was obsessed with fashion magazines. Actually, fashion magazines were my crack. I craved them, I needed them, I let them define me. And, like crack, they also nearly destroyed me. My views on beauty were based on these fashion magazines. They told me what was beautiful. They told me how to be skinny, how to get a man, how to have sex and keep skinny, why men were attracted to “dumb women,” how to Continue reading