Not All Superheroes Wear Capes


I love Glossier. Love, love, love everything they make. In one review about their newest products, The Supers, three new serums tailoring to your skin’s ever-changing needs, the writer says that Glossier could sell trash and their cult-like following would make it sell out. While I don’t own everything on their site, I still find myself craving every product they make, even if I have a favorite of my own that I already use. Glossier is one of few companies that harnessed the power of social media before they had any products, they’re one of few companies that has been able to cultivate this kind of following. Seriously, what can’t they sell?

The Supers are made up of three super potent serums that target your skin’s different needs: acne and redness, dry and roughness, and dullness and tired skin. Before Glossier even announced The Supers, I was in the market researching different serums. As I’ve gotten older and more interested in taking care of my skin, I realized there was a gap in my skin care routine: serums. Cue Glossier, it’s as if they read my mind. A few days later, teasers and hints swirled the Internet and I was hooked before I knew anything about the product. The day they were released, I woke up, sat up, and pulled my laptop onto my bed so I could order my own dose of these magical vials. And now here we are.

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Feelings, Emotions, and All That Gross Stuff


It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me that I have trouble expressing how I truly feel. I’m your girl if you need an opinion on an outfit, job, school, real life advice, but relationships and love? Steer clear. However, I think my friends who come to me for relationship or love advice do so because they know I’ll be real with them and I’m not full of sunshine and rainbows and daisies. I know life can suck sometimes and you have to just roll with those punches. But still, I’m not the one who has Pinterest boards full of wedding ideas, I’m not the one who has planned her wedding since she was a little girl, I never pictured, really pictured, myself walking down the aisle, hell, I never pretended to do so when I was a little girl. Maybe this speaks to more about the type of individual I am and grew up as, but I think it also matters. Feelings, emotions, love, not for me.

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Stop Calling Brock Turner Anything But a Rapist


A criminal who needs no introduction as of late, Brock Turner. About three months ago, at the beginning of the summer, Turner circulated through news cycles. After raping an unconscious woman behind a dumpster at Stanford University, where he attended, Turner was only sentenced to six months in jail and wasn’t even convicted of rape. After serving just three months in jail,  Turner is back in the news today, Friday, September 2, 2016, he has been released for “good behavior.”

When more than thousands of people read the letter his victim (I prefer to call her a survivor) read to Judge Aaron Persky and the jury, the letters Turner’s parents wrote pleading the Judge to not punish their son for “20 minutes of action,” and even Vice President Joe Biden’s letter to the survivor, Turner was still referred to as the Stanford swimmer, Stanford student, All-American swimmer. His mug shot did not circulate until he was already convicted, instead his Stanford picture was shown. Instead of going back into the double standard that exists because he is a white male from a middle-class family, let’s get into how time and time again, people, the media, and everyone refuses to call Brock what he is. He is a rapist.

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