This and this are some pretty interesting articles about how we treat the ladies and people of the red carpet.
Phew! Glad I’m in the majority on this one.
Now these are the kinds of toys we need little girls playing with!
The secret gender messages in crossword puzzles.
One of mine is, “That’s handy!” You’ll enjoy this piece on fingerprint words.
Yoga class just got more interesting.
They’re really letting just any old word into the dictionary these days, huh?
I already knew it was a great natural neosporin, and cough suppressant, but now it cures canker sores?
Gosh, I hate the term butthurt so much. It makes me physically cringe whenever I hear anyone say it. I thought people were over it, but then I heard on on the street today. Is this really the message you’re comfortable sending?
“There is, however, a pretty obvious cause of butthurt that everyone envisions when they try to think of its point of origin. It’s called getting f****d in the ass.”
The other day I was walking down the street behind a beautifully brown skinned woman wearing gorgeous cream-colored pants, looking wonderful in them even after Labor Day, and as I often wonder when I see people in white – my next thought jumped to, “What underwear does she wear with that?”
For me, a (very) ivory-skinned lady of Polish descent, the question would be pretty straight forward. I could choose white, or a range of pinky-yellow skin tones in the shade so frequently called “nude.” But that nude, while perfectly suited for my naked skin simply does not match or even start to come close to reflecting the rainbow of skin tones I see even on my subway ride to work in the morning. While there’s been some progress in creating a rainbow of foundation colors, and broadening our bandaid tones, doesn’t everyone deserve to have underthings that match their complexion sans clothes? The same right to bra straps and thongs that seamlessly disappear?
Now ladies of color won’t have as big of a struggle with not-so-nude tones, thanks to Nubian Skin. While finding the right panties to go with your white pants might seem like a small-time problem, it’s actually a big step towards saying our flesh tone represents everyone. Pinky-yellow isn’t everyone’s ideal. There’s a broader spectrum of items for people to choose from, and I’m happy to see another sector of the fashion industry taking notice and making an effort to fix it.
First it was my magazines. They sported pages of content that looked like an article on the prettiest makeup products for fall. Then I noticed they were all the same brand, and a few font differences made it stand out from the other pages. Turns out it was really an advertisement styled like the magazine to trick readers into noticing before flipping the page. Then sponsored images started showing up in my Instagram feeds, and before I knew it I was reading ads for Royal Caribbean, wondering all the while which one of my gal pals was on a tropical vacation. Then I saw the sponsored “articles” on Slate, which straight up look like an editorial. While these advertorials as they’re now called had done their job – they snagged my attention, where I usually ignore them – I felt duped, annoyed, and (slightly) less likely to buy their products.
And it turns out I’m not the only one who’s annoyed! People tend to distrust sponsored content, and even the site that’s posting it. I expect the content I read to be (mostly) unbiased on my favorite sites, and the whole point of ads is to steer you in the direction of their products. When these impartial posts pose as true journalism, it can mislead consumers into thinking their information is coming from an unbiased source. The word advertisement or commercial clues readers in to the fact that the company selling it is trying to grab their business, but those communities are the ones who are the most interested in blending in, shrugging off labels to make their merchandise more appealing. Even the FTC is in on the debate, wondering how much should be done to protect consumers from being duped. While, frankly, it gets on my nerves, and I’d rather not see it I have to tip my hat to the people that came up with it. In an industry driven by grabbing the most impressions and pageview, they definitely succeeded in making me take a second look.
I came across this post while I was looking for a piece on my old blog, and I enjoyed reading it so much that I brought it back for another time. What would you be?
If I were a month, I’d be April.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be sunset.
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be an otter.
If I were a direction, I’d be east.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a big comfy chair.
If I were a liquid, I’d be punch.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a diamond.
If I were a tree, I’d be a magnolia.
If I were a tool, I’d be a staple gun.
If I were a flower, I’d be a snap dragon.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a sunny summer afternoon.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a bongo drum.
If I were a color, I’d be pink.
If I were an emotion, I’d be happy.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate.
If I were a sound, I’d be a burbling brook.
If I were an element, I’d be neon.
If I were a car, I’d be a ferrari.
If I were a food, I’d be cheese.
If I were a place, I’d be the beach.
If I were a material, I’d be silk.
If I were a taste, I’d be delicious.
If I were a scent, I’d be gardenia.
If I were an object, I’d be a beautiful piece of jewelry.
If I were a body part, I’d be an eye.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.
If I were a song, I’d be soulful.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be clogs.