An Open Letter to Trump Supporters: From Me, to You

Dear You’s,

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.

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Voting this Election Day: Nasty Woman Edition

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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.

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Getting to those Grown-Up Goals

Let’s face it, adulthood scares the shit out of us. Whether you’re just becoming an adult (turning 18, graduating college, paying credit card bills, etc.) or have been living the adult life for some time, every day is still scary. Adulthood hits people at different times. You can be an adult at a very young age if you’re making adult decisions like where to live, how to make ends meet, or if you have to become the parent to younger children. There is no exact age when you become an adult, alright fine, the law says 18, but that’s irrelevant. For me, being a grown-up, a real adult means you know how to make the right decision for yourself and you know how to plan for your future. Your plans don’t have to be perfect because let’s face it, when is life ever perfect?

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The Importance of Having a Thick Skin

Today I wanted to bring something up that I’ve been battling my entire life. I have a thick exterior, I can take hits and rejection 99% of the time. Maybe it’s not the healthiest, but I’ve learned that not everything is rainbows and unicorns. Not everything will work out the way you want it to. I call myself a realist, you can choose pessimist if you want. In this day and age of bullying, your bullies can be halfway across the world, they might not even know who you are. Bullies suck, I think everyone can agree on that. But the rejection that usually hurts the most? Job or internship rejection.

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Re-Opening of the National Gallery of Art-East Building

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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?

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Not All Superheroes Wear Capes

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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

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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

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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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The Power of Imagination

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As a child, I was constantly wrestling with imaginary games, worlds, characters that adults could not figure out. I know that sounds a little strange, but what little kid doesn’t have a wild imagination (hello, monsters under the bed?). Growing up, some of my fondest memories are sitting the back seat of my mom’s car with my cousin on our way to the beach. The beach and our summer vacations were always great, but those car rides are where my cousin and I had the most fun. I can’t even describe the rambunctious games we invented because they sound silly now, but at the time, we couldn’t wait to jump into the car to go anywhere because it meant we could play our games.

Where I’m going with all of this is that I’m one of those kids that never grew out of their imagination. While I don’t play in imaginary lands or with mystical creatures, I do play with my imagination still: through my ideas and dreams. If you know anything about me, I’m a big dreamer, it’s probably all I do on a day-to-day basis, aside from drinking copious amounts of coffee. You don’t have to abandon your imagination just because you get told to grow up. Open your arms to your imagination, it will change your life.

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Body Positivity, Love for All, that’s what Firefly 2016 was All About

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Oh my, oh my, firefly just flew by! (sorry) As an early graduation present to myself, I bought Firefly 2016 tickets! First of all, that lineup was bomb (Blink-182, TDCC, Jack Garratt, Florence & the Machine, Grouplove, Death Cab for Cutie, the Wombats, and basically everyone I could ever want to see all in one place). Second of all, all my friends wanted to go and what an amazing experience it would be for all of us.

With music festivals comes festival fashion, AKA the boho/hipsters/flower crowns, high-waist shorts etc. I don’t even need to describe it because you know what I’m talking about. What you don’t know about festival fashion at Firefly is that no matter what your body type is, everyone dressed how they want not how they feel people want them to dress.

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