A) sorry for the way delayed post. Technical difficulties + sleeping = no post.
B) Today and tomorrow (as well as a bunch of the posts in the coming weeks!) are focused on my most frequently received questions from readers… both about life as well as about my blog.
See [every guy I’ve ever dated]? I do listen!
And now for today’s post: I moved to Dallas in the summer of 2013. At the time, I knew a small handful of people in Dallas; I had a few friends from high school and my years at sleep-away camp who lived here. AKA I found myself aged 23 and needing to figure out how to make friends in a new city as an adult.
In this day and age, the word “feminist” has a negative connotation. It conjures images of women bra-burning in the streets or angrily yelling “smash the patriarchy”.
Well, this isn’t one of those posts. Partially because that’s not what feminism means to me and partially because I would never burn my bras. I need those puppies too much on a daily basis.
To me, being a feminist is simply having your actions strive towards the goal of gender equality. More than just equal wages. In my opinion, the goal of feminism is to have a day when we don’t even need to worry about equal pay. A day when the thought doesn’t even cross our minds. When women don’t get threatened for attempting to rise above their station or take what was historically a “man’s job”.
Hi, friends! I’m back in Dallas after a two-week stint in Asia (and a few days of sleeping for legit 20 hours per day due to a combination of jet lag, exhaustion, and strep throat) (yes, somehow I have strep again ughhhh).
I wore this outfit to Lee Park’s Derby party earlier this month. During the event, I shared this watercolor maxi dress on my Instagram Stories and got so many questions about it – so, as promised, here’s the outfit in post form!
I was gonna write an entire blog post about this fabulous pale blue dress I scored recently (I actually wore it to my karaoke birthday party last month) but, instead, we need to talk about last night.
Y’all: it got weird.
After visiting GM’s Seoul operations yesterday morning, we spent the afternoon at the Korean spa. At which we received the most glorious yet painful massages we’ve ever received in our lives (I have the bruises/battle wounds today to prove it). After the spa, we quickly got ready for the evening, assuming our plan for karaoke was still on. It wasn’t. The plan was foiled and we somehow ended up at the world’s saddest jazz club.
I was dark for the past week and a half because first I had final exams, and then I had a [very tiny so don’t be alarmed at all] medical procedure, and then I had a 15-hour-long flight to Asia. But now I’m back. So get excited.
The moment I saw this striped bell-sleeved top, I immediately knew I had to have it. Under $50? Check. Super trendy and fab? Double check. With bows? The biggest check of all time.