Fashion is a way to express one’s self but it’s also reflective of our society. This generation has taken something so classic and timeless and turned it into a revolution. Models are being scrutinized for being too fat, too skinny, too average.
“Karina, I understand where you are coming from but this is what young people do… they go to school and they work to make some money.” I vehemently hated her response even though I agreed. In my head, I was thinking, “No, forget that. Forget mediocrity.”
“Mass media’s saturation by both fictionalized and real automatic weapon images has been the status quo for so long, people no longer bother to look for reasons why the weapons have become universally accepted symbols for self-determination.”
It’s no secret that I’ve been seeking peace and equanimity my whole life.
Every time a girl with a turban is complimented on her avant-garde style, I think about my obsession with Gwen Stefani, No Doubt Gwen Stefani, not divorcee Gwen Stefani.
“Do you have any dinosaur erotica?” and other awesomely bizarre requests one has to field when the customer is always right.
You could do a keg stand, funnel a beer, or make out with five guys in one night without worrying that someone might document your escapades, thereby compromising your future career prospects.
How can a society hope to achieve any semblance of equality while silently agreeing “bitch” is more offensive from Busta Rhymes than Elton John? From this nonchalant compliance stems the indignation towards Black Lives Matter protestors who would DARE disrupt a Bernie Sanders political rally or the Minnesota State Fair.
For a while, like any other girl in their mid-20s, I would deny that I was a Taylor Swift fan. Even though my iTunes is littered with every single album or single she’s ever released I still said nope not really a Taylor Swift fan. But this is untrue (just like my denial of being a huge One Direction fan…). I think the reason that Taylor Swift shows up in my music library so much is because in a way I grew up with her writing the soundtrack to my life.
75-degrees Fahrenheit is very cold and much appreciated.