Hilarious Blog Alert

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Your mid-to-late 20’s are a weird time in a gal’s life. It’s when you still feel like you really just graduated college, but strangely enough you and all the people around you are starting to do really adult things.

Fully support themselves with no help from mom and dad! Buy and care for pets! Purchase homes and cars! Get engaged and hitched! Have babies! They’re all wonderful experiences in the journey of “growing up,” but it’s an odd period of I feel old, but really really young at the same time.

People always say that weddings and babies are a domino effect. One person walks down the aisle and suddenly 12 of her closest friends are doing it too. I can vouch for this. I attended 8 weddings last year. A friend of mine attended 9 this year. I can honestly say I am truly happy for all my friends and family and honored that they wanted me to be a part of their celebrations of love.

But sometimes? That business can be exhausting, and expensive, and wear down even the most loving and loyal friend. Enter this hilarious blog. Just when you’re ready to poke your eyes out after hand gluing individual sequins to that last bachelorette party invitation , here’s a little comic relief.

And for all my married friends let’s just laugh about the ridiculousness of growing up. Check it out here: http://myfriendsaremarried.tumblr.com/

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ERIN Dressy Down Parka

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Adding to the list of things I want, but will likely never splurge on, I found this Brocade Parka in the September Issue of Lucky magazine. It is the PERFECT coat, part of the ERIN by Erin Fetherston collection. It’s stuffed full of down, so it will keep you warm all winter long, but without the I’m wearing a sleeping bag look that so many have. It eliminates the dilemma of whether to wear your fancy coat and freeze for a nice night out on the town, or wear the down in a style that is far too casual for your outfit. The floral brocade and button over zip closure dress up what in shape would be a very casual parka. Love. Now, if only it came in more colors and for a few hundred dollars less.

Spice Up Your Popcorn (Literally)

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I’ve always liked popcorn. Some of my first childhood memories with friends are laughing about the gross orange buttery film that gets on the top of your hand when you eat the prepackaged kind. But for the most part, I was an air popped girl. My mom had a popcorn maker, and was convinced that microwave popcorn was full of dangerous chemicals (turns out she was right!). She would pop up huge bowls drenched in butter and salt for slumber party snacks and rented movies. I’ve always kept it pretty simple with popcorn, butter, salt, a little pepper or adobo spice, and potentially some cheese was about as inspired as I got.

And then I went to the Hester St. Fair one weekend, and sampled some of Cultured Confections designer popcorn. They had crumb cake popcorn with REAL crumb cake chopped up and mixed in; there was baklava with deconstructed filo dough and nuts tossed among the kernels. Then I read about Jessica Quirk of What I Wore’s Herbes De Provence popcorn on her lifestyle blog That’s Quirky. She tossed it Herbes de Provence (rosemary, thyme, oregano, basil, marjoram, fennel seed) infused olive oil and spice mix.

It got me thinking, why not swap in oil for butter, and try out some different herbs? I’d already used seasoned salt once when I was out of the regular kind, and liked how it turned out. It just so happened the next time I was craving a bowl of popcorn, the only cheese I had in the fridge was crumbled feta. I figured now was my chance, and mixed it up with some dill, salt, pepper and olive oil, and tossed it well with the corn to coat. The result? Delicious Mediterranean popcorn.

Then I picked up this month’s issue of Women’s Health Magazine, and discovered that not only is it delicious, popcorn is actually a pretty healthy snack. Three-cups popped has only 100 calories, as much fiber as a cup of cooked brown rice, and more antioxidants than a day’s servings of fruits and veggies. As a bonus, the article had even more ideas for spicing up this movie snack staple. All mixtures call for 3 cups of air popped corn tossed together with the ingredients to coat evenly.

Rosemary Parmesan

· 1 tsp olive oil

· 1 tsp chopped fresh rosemary

· 1 tsp grated parmesan

Pina Colada

· 1 tsp extra-virgin coconut oil melted

· 1 finely chopped ring of dried pineapple

· 2 tsp sweetened coconut flakes

Curry Chipotle

· 1 ½ tsp canola oil heated, and whisked with spices until bubbly

· ½ tsp curry powder

· ¼ teaspoon ground chipotle or chili powder

· 1/8 tsp salt

Lemon Dill

· 1 tsp olive oil

· 1 tsp oregano

· ½ tsp dill

· ½ tsp lemon zest

· 1/8 tsp salt

Sugar ‘n’ Spice

· 1 tsp flaxseed oil

· 1 tsp powdered sugar

· ½ tsp cinnamon

· ¼ tsp ground nutmeg

· 1/8 tsp salt

Cran-Chocolate

· 1 tbsp dark chocolate melted

· 2 tbsp dried cranberries

· 1/8 tsp salt

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

I was reading recently that 95% smart phone users in my generation (the Millenials) use their phone before eating, and 49% consider their smart phones an integral part of their dining experience. Instantly I thought, “Sounds about right,” as I reflected on the number of times I had scrolled through my facebook feed while I ate lunch, looked up a restaurant menu on the way to a new place, or saw a friend post a photo of their dinner. The next thought I had? How sad.

Don’t get me wrong, I am completely, totally in love with my iPhone. Let me count the ways. It makes going to Brooklyn a whole lot less scary when I know my handy friend GPS can help navigate me from a foreign subway stop to the house party. What ever I’m trying to do, there really is an app for that. After moving recently, I couldn’t get over how many times I pulled out my level app, and marveled about the fact that I was using my phone (PHONE!) to make pictures hang evenly. When my friends are late, I am never without a game to play without trying to stuff my Nintendo DS or a magazine into my clutch. I LIKE being able to have constant updates on what my friends are up to on facebook, and being able to scan headlines on twitter to stay up to date on the news.

But with every piece of wonderfulness, there’s the people who take it too far, and the downsides. I mean, how many times have you had friends bail on you last minute via text? It’s so easy to fire off a sentence without guilt when you don’t have to hear the disappointment in the other person’s voice or see the sad expression on their face. Or what about those people who seem so busy posting about all the fun they’re having that it makes you wonder, are they really enjoying the moment, or are they just so focused on letting other people know they’re enjoying it that they forget to really experience themselves?

If a tree falls in the forest, and no ones posts a video on facebook, does it really make a sound?

All this constant need for updates has led to a syndrome that I’m sure you’ve heard about, fear of missing out (FOMO). People curate a happy wonderful life online that shows only the awesome moments. People who don’t take that with a grain of salt feel that their ordinary lives don’t measure up.

But when I think about the moments when I’m so happy I can’t stop smiling, high fiving, and talking about how much fun I’m having? Well, there usually isn’t a smart phone anywhere in sight. They’re the times at trivia when you’re forced (by the rules) to keep your iPhone in your purse, and everyone has to talk together to figure out the answers. Or when you’re at a music festival with no plugs to charge it, and no annoying person in front of you at the concert videoing the whole show with device above their heads, uploading pictures to instagram, and blocking your view of the stage. They’re times spent camping, and tearing up the dance floor in a fancy dress at your friend’s wedding when your dress doesn’t have any pockets.

I love my iPhone, and the powers it has granted me, but sometimes it makes me wonder. Do we really want to be the generation, who’s constant univited dinner partner is our phone? I mean, really, we know enough not to put our elbows on the table, is it really good manners to put our phones there instead?

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BADGE of Obesity?

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We all panicked after when we found out our Nalgenes were poisoning us (or was that just me?), and exchanged all of our water carrying devices for those certified BPA-free. And now, BPA’s chubby cousin, BADGE has entered the scene. And this guy? He’s not just looking to pollute your insides with toxic chemicals invisibly, threaten your fertility, and increase your risk of heart attack. No, he wants to make you fat (which, mind you, can up your risk for other health problems too). A recent study by Environmental Health Perspectives found that BADGE, even in very low levels, promotes weight gain by turning pre-fat cells into fat, and morphing certain adult stem cells into fat cells. Accordingly, the more fat cells you have, well, that fatter you are.

So, what exactly is BADGE? It’s Bisphenol A Diglycidyl Ether found in canned food liners along with BPA (or Bisphenol A). While your risk of being damaged by consuming the chemical is greatest early in life, especially in utero, the chemical appears to affect weight in adults too. Consuming this chemical won’t necessarily make you gain weight all on its own, but it will certainly make it more difficult NOT to gain weight.

Chemicals of this kind can impact well-being for up to three generations after exposure (!!!), so reducing your exposure to them can impact not only your health, but also your future family’s health. Also on the list to avoid: MSG, pesticides and PVC plastics which all are suspected to contain obesity promoting chemicals called obesogens. To cut them out of your diet, eat organic, don’t microwave your lunch in plastic containers, and purchase food items in glass jars instead of cans. Your great-grandchildren will thank you for it.

A Little Stain Goes a Long Way

Over the weekend I was making coffee, and I noticed that my kitchen cart, made of unfinished pine had some water stains on it. I had a brainstorm, why not just slap on a coat of stain and make it look all shiny new. Simple, right? Well, it actually wasn’t too bad my friends.But, whenever I take on a home improvement project there are a few things in common. First, I don’t do my research. I just figure it out along the way, which always leads a few mishaps along the way. Luckily I’ve bungled my way through enough projects like this that, it usually turns out ok, even without reading the instructions. This time around, here’s what I learned:

  • If you wear a pink dress to home depot to buy your supplies, no one will take you seriously. I got a lot of “Little Misses,” and lectures about how tricky staining can be from middle aged men
  • Middle aged men ALWAYS overestimate how long it takes to do thing. Yes, sir, I understand it would take you 3 coats and a full day to do this project. I’ll do it in half the time with 2 coats.
  • When painting, always put your hair in a bandana. It’s easier to keep polyurethane from getting in your hair in the first place than to get it out.
  • Just buy gloves.
  • Even though the sales guy said only paint thinner would get it off your skin and you chose to ignore his snotty advice, nail polish remover will get it off just as well. Rubbing alcohol too.

Voila! A few hours, half a can of stain, and a few minor mishaps later, my shiny kitchen cart.

House on top of a House

If there is one thing Manhattan is known for, it is the residential situation. Apartments are hard to find. They’re expensive. People keep pushing further uptown, and further into the outer boroughs to find someplace to live. That is, of course, unless you’re ridiculously rich. Then, why not just buy a rooftop, and build yourself your dream home right there on top of someone else’s apartment building. Why not, indeed.

To be honest, this idea had never occurred to me until very recently. I moved to a new neighborhood the beginning of the month, and on my new commute I found myself being extra observant, taking in the sights of the new streets I had never walked. Then I passed the Kiehl’s store on Third Avenue and 13th Street on my way home one day. While waiting to cross the street, I happened to look up and notice a house complete with patios, greenery, a CHIMNEY, and sculptures perched right there on top of a four-story building.

A few google searches later, and I found these photographs posted on Scouting New York’s blog. It’s a genius idea, really. You have your own private space. It’s almost like having a home in the suburbs, but with the convenience of being RIGHT in the middle of Manhattan, and who was really using that roof anyhow. What I’d like to know is, how much does a purchase like this cost, and how do we go about buying one?

A Scent for Summer and for Fall

I recently took a personality quiz as part of team building exercise for work. It identified me as an ESFJ. The first line of my description is “Guardians of birthdays, holidays, and celebrations.” Further on, it notes that I “joyfully observe traditions.” And, I have to say, it could not be more spot on. I love holidays, keeping up traditions, and celebrating them all.

When fall rolls around, I have a tradition or more a personal routine of transformation. During September, I always feel like I am getting a fresh start on a new year. More so than in January, when the temperature drops, but the weather remains lovely, I feel a renewed energy to take a look at my life, make resolutions, and set goals. I also tend to overhaul my fashion and beauty routines. Blame it on being in school for the majority of my life, but the coming of September makes me itch for new fall look. Conveniently, this coincides nicely with NY Fashion week, and a plethora of new ideas to mix and match my fall clothes. The cooler temperatures demand a different set of moisturizers and cleansers, and my fading tan requires a whole new makeup plan.

Each year, I find myself making some sort of change in the fall to reinvent myself as the year creeps on toward my favorite holiday seasons. Last year, I decided to run a mud-run/obstacle course. This year, I dyed my hair a lovely shade of autumn red. Part of my fall tradition every year is the change from summer to winter fragrance. I have two perfumes I wear: one for Spring/ Summer and one for Fall/Winter.

In the warm weather, I wear Christian Dior Pure Poison a white amber floral bouquet of gardenia, sweet orange, and jasmine. Sephora describes its style as Luminous, textured, seductive. It’s a heavier, muskier smell that fits in with summer dresses, hot temperatures and humidity.

When the air becomes crisp, I transition to Stella McCartney, Rose Absolute with notes of rose absolute and peony. Sephora describes this as sensual, intense, feminine. The clean rose oil just smells better on a cool breeze.

Do you have a fall/spring fragrance? What’s your transitional weather tradition?

Internet is a little Spotty Over Here

 

As if you needed any further evidence that Time Warner Cable is a big pain in the neck. I moved over the weekend, and have been trying to have my internet and cable hooked up again ever since. After several appointment cancellations and reschedules, the earliest I’m looking at is next Thursday. I can only mooch off the neighborhood coffee shop’s free internet for so many hours a day, so posting may be a little spotty until then. Counting down the days!

Whose Uterus is it Anyways?

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I know it is not Mitt Romney’s. I posted over a year (A YEAR!!) ago about the attacks on Planned Parenthood on my old blog in February of 2011. And yet, women’s battle for reproductive freedoms continues to rage on today. Republicans are still fighting to advance even more severe legislation surrounding women’s health.

First there are the conscience clauses that allow health-care providers and pharmacists to refuse to administer services related to contraception, like birth control or plan B. Granted, living in NYC where Duane Reades and Walgreens are on every corner, this might not seem like a big deal. But in rural, isolated counties where one pharmacy is the only game in town? It’s essentially cutting off women’s access to medications they were previously entitled to have, and protected by law.

Then there are these pesky personhood amendments that are fighting to mark pregnancy as the moment of implantation of a fertilized egg, and give those fertilized eggs the rights of a human being. Think about that—implantation is weeks before an over the counter pregnancy test could even let a lady know she’s knocked up, and up to 50% of fertilized eggs don’t even result in pregnancy. And yet, giving these zygotes human rights criminalizes all abortion and plan B. That’s only a shade away from directly putting women’s lives in danger in cases of ectopic pregnancy, or extreme pulmonary hypertension when sadly the choice comes down to saving a mother’s live or the fetus’s.

One of the things that I value most about being a woman in a free and democratic nation is the ability to do what I please with my own body. It sounds cheesy, I know. And my friends and I always joke around about that line they teach you in Health class, “It’s my body, I’ll do what I want.” Maybe we changed it around a little in retrospect, but the message is the same. I have control over my body, and I can decide if I want to have sex, have a baby, prevent having a baby. Then after that, I have the resources to obtain health care for whatever choice I make. Simply put, being able to control what we do with our own bodies, to have autonomy over our uterus’s is a fundamental prerequisite to having control over our own lives as women.

Fact. Even a woman who wants to get married, lead a traditional married life, and have two kids will be avoiding pregnancy for approximately thirty years. While pro-life activist say that avoiding pregnancy is simple—abstinence—what about women’s inherent right to choose to have sex if she wants without the risk of pregnancy? Is anyone else a little surprised that the men aren’t fighting a little more vocally in this battle? These attacks are still linking women’s sexuality to loose morals, promiscuity, and all sorts of other evil, when the reality is that married women in monogamous relationships with their husbands are going to be affected. Limiting women’s access to contraception or abortion is essentially saying that a woman cannot plan her pregnancies around having a good job, and a stable marriage. She cannot choose to advance her career and then have kids. She cannot decide that children are well, just something she never wanted without constantly dodging pregnancy for three decades of her life.

Not only that, many women take the pill to avoid other negative health outcomes like ovarian cysts, to relieve pain associated with endometriosis, and to clear up acne. An abundance of research shows that the introduction of the birth-control pill is associated with better life out comes for women. More women completed higher education, and the pay gap narrowed. The ability to obtain birth control is linked to higher hourly wages (read: success) for women. The attacks on contraception are undermining not just women’s reproductive rights, but advances that women have made in equality, the workplace, and independence by even deigning to say that anyone (especially the mostly male politicians making these decisions) should have control over her own bodily affairs.

It seems simple, but the reality is that women around the world don’t have these freedoms. In the United States, if someone attacks a woman and forces her to commit sexual acts, that person can be prosecuted. If a woman is raped, and decides she doesn’t want to carry her attacker’s baby, she has legal access to abortion. Here, if a woman finds herself being abused by her partner, she can leave the marriage and seek help at a medical facility or crisis center. If she contracts a sexually transmitted disease, there are places to seek treatment. These things set us apart from much of the world. Let’s keep it that way, and not take HUGE step backward in the wrong direction.

Vote on November 6th. Do your research and find out where all the candidates in your area stand on women’s reproductive rights using plannedparenthoodaction.org. Contact your legislators. Support planned parenthood and the national women’s health network with donations and/or volunteer support.