First off, I know *sigh* Tinder. I’m not really on Tinder, I just haven’t deleted my account, I don’t swipe ever anymore, I don’t really talk to anyone. This bro just needed a reply. Also, if you don’t know what mansplaining is, it is when a man (or bro) explains something, typically a woman, in a condescending or patronizing manner. Alright, now that you know what means let’s go with the story.
Throughout my entire life, I’ve always been surrounded by strong women. Women in my family, friends, all in my life. I like to think that they’re the reason why I’m so strong, passionate, and dedicated to being the best that I can be. But most importantly, they’re all the reason why I was allowed to follow my dreams, whatever my dreams were.
I’m not saying there weren’t strong men in my life either, but really the women in my life have struck a cord with me. As a feminist and just a person, I believe that instead of women bringing each other down, we should always be helping each other get stronger, do better, achieve whatever we want. The women in my life, that’s all they’ve ever done for me.
I say this over and over again. Don’t hate on New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve been writing about resolutions for years and years because I really truly believe in them. They’re a great way to bring positive changes into your life in a constructive way. I know resolutions sound cliche, but I wholeheartedly believe in them. Maybe it’s because I’m a goal-oriented person and work best under deadline with a clean plan ready for me, but I never feel ready for the new year without a good list of resolutions.
So let’s get down to it. Just make the resolutions.
I literally say this every year, no matter what publication I’m writing for. Make the damn resolutions, make them specific, and make them fun. I’ve had resolutions like, “Rock the updo more,” “Do yoga 3-5 times a week,” “Take the stairs as often as possible,” and “Do 3 Sudoku puzzles a day.” Blah, blah, don’t just say exercise more, actually set a goal. Will you do yoga? Will you go to the gym? How many miles do you want to run a week? Set yourself some fun resolutions as well. Want to mix things up? Watch makeup tutorials to learn new tricks to change up your makeup routine, watch cooking shows to learn how to cook, read the news everyday or every few days to keep up with current events. Find a way to specify what you want to achieve and what resolutions to set.
Don’t fret, don’t give up. You can set New Year’s Resolutions easily. Just think of what you want to accomplish and then figure out how to get there.
Here are my 2017 New Year’s Resolutions:
- Write one thing every week
- Cook dinner from scratch at least once a week
- Go out more and meet new people
- Put away $10 each week
- Spa Day once a week (whether it’s a mani, face mask, or bath)
- Read a book every two weeks
Here’s hoping 2017 sucks less than 2016 (but for real, cross your fingers I don’t lose it).
I’ve been mourning, seriously mourning for the past couple of days, hell, even on Election night as I watched Hillary Clinton’s grasp on the presidency slowly slipped away. Every day since then, I’ve pulled up a blank post and attempted to write out how I’m feeling, what I’m feeling, but I always ended up at the same conclusion. I was confused, unsure of how to feel or react, therefore I would always delete a post with jumbled up sentences that didn’t fit. It’s hard to describe the way I’m feeling. I’m so upset, but most of all I’m disappointed.
I love voting. Ok, this was my first real time voting, but that’s irrelevant. The last election I participated in was the Obama-Romney 2012 Presidential Election via absentee ballot. I missed out on the cool “I Voted” sticker, the entire voting process, and more importantly, my vote didn’t technically count. This time around, everything was different. Ok, I did early voting, but still. The whole filling in the bubble ballot reminded me of scantron tests. But the entire process felt so…official. It’s also important to note that I didn’t vote in any primary elections because I’m a registered independent voter, if I could vote then, I would.
I’m so happy my first time voting was for this presidential election because it’s so important. It’s bigger than voting Republican, Democrat, Green, or Libertarian party. It’s about choosing a leader for the next four years of our country’s history. A leader that will guide us and continue to protect us. A leader that will pave a better future for us for generations to come. This election is just the beginning of a lot of work our country has to do.
Introducing a crowd-favorite! This giant blue chicken sculpture sits atop the balcony level of the Smithsonian’s newest renovation. The National Gallery of Art East Buidling re-opened this past week and it’s better than ever. It’s filled with beautiful, carefully constructed galleries of well-known, famous artists, and ones that fit in seamlessly. I stopped by over the weekend out of curiousity, and what I found was more than love, it’s enough to make me move in. Is that possible?
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.
There’s nothing I love more than a good, strong iced coffee. I’m one of those crazies who drinks iced coffee year round, no matter what the temperature is. It’s my favorite, favorite, favorite part of warm weather because fun versions of iced coffee come out to play.
Yes my friend, there are different types of iced coffee. Prepare to be wowed.
I have worked my first official Fashion Week and endured all the stress, sweat, and physical pain it entails. Plot twist: it was all worth it.
(Image via Refinery29)
It’s hard to put into words what has been happening in my life lately. God knows it’s been months since my last post. So what have I been up to? I don’t even know. Life has been such an up-down, all around rollercoaster, but when isn’t it? All I know is that my eyes are always on one place: the prize.