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
It was my next-to-the-last-day of my week long vacation, and I went out to dinner with a bunch of my high school girlfriends. Before I met them, I had made sure I looked cute, wore great clothes, had clean hair full of product, great make up, fabulous jewelry. We all hugged and squealed as always. Then Continue reading
Today I just wanted to lounge in bed. Actually every morning I have to be a leader to myself in order to get my day started with exercise. Today was no exception. Finally, after much debating why I should or should not go to my yoga class,
I propelled myself into forward motion and went. Yeah!
There is a beautiful woman named June who works out at my gym every day. When I go at 8:00 a.m., she’s there. June is always well groomed with a touch of lipstick, delicate earrings, and a twinkle in her eyes. I fascinate myself with observing Continue reading
My whole world changed the day I noticed Tiffany D’Amore’s legs. It was a brisk afternoon in the fall of freshman year. We were changing classes, ambling in pairs down the narrow path that led from Main Building to the Library Building. We stopped on the path to chat with a group of fellow freshmen making the reverse commute. And there, against a backdrop of red maple trees, over talk about a grueling biology test and the upcoming dance at St. Peter’s, I glanced down and looked at Tiffany D’Amore’s legs. She was wearing navy blue stockings, just like half the girls around me. Our Continue reading
Welcome to Speaking of Beauty’s Style Profile Test. Melissa McNamara and I designed this exercise to allow you to discover the one word that best describes you. It is Continue reading
I recently commented on a Huffington Post piece about the science of beauty and attractiveness. I said that I had always been attracted to men who have brilliant minds. Looks have never been what attracts me.
One of the comments I received in response was in regard to the photo I have up on my Huffington Post account for Speaking of Beauty. Continue reading