One of my first makeup memories is using a drugstore stick concealer—the kind that looks like a beige crayon—to clumsily cover tweenage acne and undereye circles (I’ve struggled with insomnia since I was about 12 and it was already starting to show). I used that chalky stick for about a year until a friend introduced…
It’s still winter. Politics sucks, the weather sucks, and we’re all sick of being inside. Our Winteritis stories are for women who can’t read another think piece, who’ve pushed the outer limits of time it’s possible to spend on social media, and who kind of want to shop online and hibernate until spring is here.…
Despite my well-documented love of frequent snacking, there was a time when I rarely bit into a croissant with bare lips when I could have done so wearing two coats of duochrome glitter atop a vibrant crimson red. This is a great litmus test for the staying power of any given product, but also, I…
2018, a year that sometimes felt like a century, has just hours left in it until the clocks chime midnight and 2019 kicks off. The last day of a year is, as ever, a time for reflection—and, of course, for cutting loose as the new year dawns. Social media posts abound on Twitter, Instagram, and…
Since I’m a dress addict living in a state with seasons, black tights are my lifeline in the winter months, allowing me to wear my beloved limb-baring pieces year-round. I was never precious about where I got my tights. (To me, they are a boring means to an end—not so much a part of my…
Ah, December: a time for spiked eggnog, cheesy Hallmark movie marathons, and avoiding relatives’ highly invasive questions about when you’re planning to start a family. But perhaps the most rewarding part of the winter month? SNL turning out some of its best content—and last night (December 1) was no exception. Hosted by Claire Foy, the…