Perfect for beginners, this iconic Polaroid 600 camera—complete with a built-in automatic flash and a fixed-focus lens—is a simple point-and-shoot that’s fun, quick and easy to use. Designed to work both indoors and out, it features a flash override capability and an exposure correction slider on the front. Refurbished at the Impossible Project’s workshops in the Netherlands or in Brooklyn, New York, it also comes fitted with a new Impossible frog tongue to protect your photos as they come out of the camera.
and B) I have saved an Oprah-like amount of money ever since The Choker returned to trendy fashion sensibilities. There is something about a piece of jewelry tightly wrapped around your neck that instantly transforms any given outfit more than any other accessory can.
I don’t need new blouses, blazers (OK, maybe some new palazzo pants), just a jewelry-tree full of chokers (trust me, it’s much more cost-effective than a shopping cart full of clothes) and each lends every ensemble a brand-new edge and brand-new personality.
Here are excerpts from my Choker Chronicles. Watch my neck 😉 :
Click on collage images to expand (and in no particular order):
Taylor Swift, you’re not the only one who can rock a tassel choker (except hers cost $2,500):
A jewelry-tree full of chokers is much more cost-effective than a shopping cart full of clothes and each choker lends every ensemble a brand-new personality.
It will be a blue Christmas without any Daryl Dixon on your TV screen, fangirls (and fanboys). But…what if Norman Reedus was shirtless on loop, instead?
AMC’s The Walking Dead midseason finale has come and gone and your favorite shaggy-haired, crossbow-bearing (well, not for a while now), and seemingly shower-aversive redneck will not be back on that motorbike until mid-February. Lil Gripes found the perfect medicine for Daryl/Norman (Normaryl?) Withdrawal. For the gentlemen seeking to hook the women in their lives on the gory, zombie-heavy post-apocalyptic drama, here is your answer as well:
Um… Hot damn.
Norman Reedus, for much of his acting career, has starred in numerous music videos with artists of both the indie and mainstream pop variety. Never, though, has he steamily removed his shirt and romped naked in bed in a seductive ode to the art of the orgasm… until “It Just Feels” by NYC singer JiHAE (his lucky costar in the video who also co-wrote the song with Dave Stewart and Leonard Cohen). I mean, she literally is thanking him for his sexual prowess.
Not even many diehard Reedusites (whatever they call their own version of Beliebers) knew about this, so enjoy… and well-done, JiHAE and company 🙂
Never has Norman Reedus steamily removed his shirt and romped naked in bed to an ode to the art of the orgasm… until this music video.
Afterthought: Our other 2 favorite bangers starring The Normski is “Creatures” by Blakhat:
It’s no secret Mainstream Media is BFFs with false outrage. Apparently, Donald Trump once said, in private, that because of his station in life, all he has to do to woo women is to “grab them by the pussy.” Now, as someone who has literally had her vagina grabbed on a sidewalk by a complete and utter stranger, all I have to say to the media hoopla over his throwaway comment was, “Soooo F-ing What?”
My story is simple and straightforward… with a touch of irony. A young Latino (the ironic part) man in a red baseball cap and hoodie walked past me on an empty main street. I thought nothing of these descriptive details of my would-be assailant on the day it happened. I was 21, feeling moody, so I thought I would soak in some summery rays by getting outside in my new floral skirt. I turned the corner onto an even quieter side street. Lost in my brooding playlist, I did not sense anything until I felt a hand from behind lift up my skirt and firmly close its grip around my vaginal area. I heard a laugh… a maniacal laugh as I turned around to face my attacker. Too late; he was already fast-running away (while still laughing). All I could do was hurl all the expletives my brain could summon in such a startled state.
I was furious, shaking, and humiliated. The only passive-aggressive victory I took away from the encounter was the knowledge that I was on a heavy-flow period that day and my attacker had grabbed a bloody vagina. Take that.
Over time, the trauma of the event dissipated on its own. I only told a handful of my friends and only when it came up in relevant conversation. I had just accepted what happened. Nothing is repressed. My anger was duly processed. Remembering the assault is like rediscovering an old Polaroid that has since faded to black-and-white.
So when I hear people cry that Trump’s words invoke “rape culture,” I only have one question in response… “WTF IS ‘RAPE CULTURE’?” The real world does not operate on terms of fancy, theoretical concepts of innuendo and implications. The real world just happens. It contains scumbags who grab your bloody vagina (and laugh as they immediately run away for fear of retaliation). You’re either raped and/or sexually molested like I was, or you’re not.
That’s it. Trump’s words have been blown out of proportion, laughably so, from where I sit. They were crude and made in very, very poor taste but I have heard much worse. More importantly, most people have experienced much worse. Real life, like it or not, is much more complicated than what the media tries to sell you in a ratings-friendly six-word headline.
This is not a pro- or anti-Trump post. My words reflect only my personal assessment of the hilarious circus the media has created around, granted, a pretty circus-inviting public figure’s words… Except real life can actually hurt you; words cannot.
Real life is much more complicated than what the media tries to sell you in a ratings-friendly six-word headline.
I HAD HOPED the first entry back from our summer hiatus would begin on a more positive note, but I can’t keep contained any longer the maelstrom of insecurities, self-hatred, and the general detriment to my mental health that I’ve been experiencing since attempting a YouTube career.
YouTube, as with blogging, is 100% marketplace distinction. What the hell do I have to offer that others don’t already? I am the girl who loooooves fashion, beauty and art as much as I love crude humor and sci-fi/fantasy/superhero films and TV shows. I bookmark WhoWhatWear.com as well as ComicBook.com.
My inaugural video should combine all of those things, I figured. I wore a floral Marc by Marc Jacobs bikini top along with a pair of high-waisted leather Topshop shorts as I enthused about my expectations for the then-upcoming blockbuster, “Captain America: Civil War.” It was all done with a wink, nod, and mischievous smile.
Not so surprisingly in hindsight, I couldn’t please them all.
There were many who watched and supported me and GOD, do I appreciate every single one of you (seriously, big smooches xx), but the whiners are always the most audible for some unholy reason. Many took to my comments section, my blog and my Twitter to complain repeatedly about how the sex appeal was too subtle, as if that was the entire point of my channel.
Just for argument’s sake, I’ll explain the point: Me + bikini was my idea of including me and all other women in on the joke that, in order to reach a male audience, you have to appease their appetite for sexuality. NO SHAME… On either side! Men are visual creatures and that’s totally fine. Women can embrace and empower themselves through their sexuality and that’s totally fine.
Le Sigh–I guess satire is world-famous for soaring over some’s heads.
When people are screaming in your face, “WTF? I came to see this girl in her bikini and not babble on about superheroes[despite that being the clearly stated M.O. of my channel]” and “your videos are better on mute,” you pause for a sobering self-evaluation of your vlogging capabilities. It’s funny how criticism has a way of registering way deeper than compliments do. I had prepared myself for the inevitable scrutiny projecting yourself out into the Youtube-sphere will bring but I lost more than just my confidence… Two full-time corporate gigs perfectly suited to my skill set sought me out because of my blog and I’m 99% sure they both cut me loose during the last stages of vetting due to my vlog.
I lost a step or two after that setback. I hadn’t been actively seeking any fulltime 9-to-5 jobs so it was like this great beam of hope shined on me without me even reaching for it and then it got snuffed out right between my fingers because of my stupid little channel.
On top of all the negative vibes flowing my way the past few months, it just so happens that summer is a notoriously huge lull in the superhero show/movie calendar and the well had seemingly dried of topics on that front.
Now, as I’ve cathartically purged this through my keyboard with my dog mid-snooze on my lap, I’ve realized it’s not all over. I can come back from this:
Summer is still Superhero Season. Tis the season for those passionate about it comme moi to weigh in on the casting news pouring in. Marvel’s Doctor Strange just confirmed Mads Mikkelsen‘s much-anticipated villainous role, Arrow on the CW cast two exciting new supporting characters and DC’s Justice League movies have been continuously adding interesting faces to its payroll. More on these in subsequent posts…
I’m a friggin’ amazing writer. I have defined myself by the title of “writer” since I was a wee tween listening to both Britney Spears and Jim Morrison religiously.
Rejection always makes me push harder. I don’t know the precise fate of my YouTube channel, but the more people tell me I can’t, the harder I always push back, like it just became my sole mission in life to prove them wrong.