Save Your Skin- 10 harmful cosmetic chemicals
I’m a big supporter of monitoring not only what you put in your body but also what you’re putting on your body. Read the backs of those bottles, you might be surprised.
I’m a big supporter of monitoring not only what you put in your body but also what you’re putting on your body. Read the backs of those bottles, you might be surprised.
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Saints by The Breeders
The Breeders: Saints
Summer is ready, when you are.
“‘New York ultimately claimed the title of No. 1 rudest city,’ reports Travel & Leisure, once again misrepresenting their own stupid survey, just like last year and the year before that. According to their readers, New York City residents are the least friendly in America (last year these “readers” said LA locals were the most unfriendly). This time around, LA is the fourth least-friendly city, while Miami ranks second and D.C. third and blah blah blah click on the ads! Far be it from us to question Travel & Leisure’s scientific rigor, but again: this meaningless survey is just a cheap way to get people to click through on a slideshow and remember—if only for a brief, exasperating moment—that Travel & Leisure is still a thing that exists. Enter NOW for a chance to win a DREAM VACATION to somewhere FRIENDLY! Like, say, New York City, tourists’ favorite city in America.”
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Troublemaker by Shannon and the Clams
Shannon and the Clams: Troublemaker
Well I am a trouble maker, I was born a mover and a shaker. o no.
I am a trouble maker I try to be good but I just can’t take it. o no.
I am really excited by the prospects of a new roommate!
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Bomb the music industry!: The shit that you hate
Man, I meaningfully listen to this song once a week now.
Hash Bash, Ann Arbor, MI
SO PUMPED FOR HASH BASH THIS YURR.
I applied for grad school in Ann Arbor. I know I am not going to get in, and I don’t ever want to leave NYC ~tears~ but Ann Arbor seems so cool. I can’t stop getting wrapped up in this fantasy Ann Arbor world where I’m some premier feminist psychologist with a dispensary card.
Instead of weighing yourself, take personal stock in a more direct fashion. Feel your body, including all the soft parts, the ones you like and the ones you don’t. Look at yourself in a large mirror. Naked. Every day. If I were a pessimist I’d call this aversion therapy, but really it’s meant to get you familiar with yourself on a seriously intimate level. Resist the urge to judge; just look.
If it helps, imagine you are exploring an unknown territory on another world, and you must memorize every feature. Mounds and crevices and varied textures are not unpleasant in a landscape; they simply exist. See everything, as often as you can stand it, until you know your body thoroughly. After all, this IS what your body looks like, whether you are seeing it or not.
On a day to day basis, we are quite capable of relying on our own personal knowledge of our bodies to tell us how we’re doing, how we’re feeling, and whether anything has changed — without a scale to help. We don’t need a scale. We don’t need a number. We can know when we have gained or lost weight, when something doesn’t look right, when we feel strange or unwell. In order for this to work, we have to cultivate a bodily knowledge, and I believe the scale is an obstacle to that.
With its numbers and its complex web of possible meaning, the scale stands between our bodies and our fullest conscious awareness of them; it defines us by pounds and not by how we actually feel; it enables us to rely on a number to tell us we are doing things right, instead of empowering us to decide when we feel our best.
The scale contributes to a culture that tells us that if we weigh more than X or less than Y then we cannot be happy with ourselves. And that, frankly, is bullshit.
"ASK LESLEY: How Do I Stop Hating My Body (Part One) @ XOJane.com (via curvesahead)
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Getting rid of the scale in my apartment was a big contributor to my own personal body acceptance. It was actually relieving not knowing how much I weigh, because I won’t think of myself as a number, and I won’t think of how that number is not good enough.
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As someone who eats eggs every morning, I am always looking for new breakfast ideas.
Delicious appetizers at Transylvania, my favorite Romanian restaurant in Queens.
according to Terry Richardson, there’s a Romanian restaurant in Sunnyside. i’d like to go and judge the food accordingly: “not as good as my mother’s”
That is how I feel every time I dine at a Polish establishment. I’m still searching for one that measures up.