Category Archives: “Vogue” is my Bible
Bachelorette Party. FTL.
It’s the time-honored, hallowed tradition to which every woman, standing at the precipice of her sojourn into marriage, must dutifully adhere: when close confidantes, friends to whom she has poured out her soul over the years in secrets, and wishes, and dreams, … Continue reading
Beyonce’s “Run the World” undermines women really running the world. Fail.
So I did this before when GagaLoo’s “Bad Romance” came out, and I had such a good time, I thought I’d take a stab at it again. Also, I’m heading back to grad school in the fall, and this quivering, … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Feminism in all its glory
If only they made couture in Kara-size.
The following is the first 400 words (or so) of an article I wrote for Fashion Fair PDX about the absolutely beautiful Fall/Winter 2011 couture line by Devon Yan-Berrong, entitled DEVONATION. An excerpt of the article is also appearing in … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Glamazon-esque
The Ugg Boot Vaccine. Because you deserve better. And so do my eyes.
As spring approaches – daphne blooms perfuming the chilly morning air, sun teasing us PNDubbers with its endless games of peek-a-boo behind gray behemoths of rain clouds, sounds of real birdsong waking me in the morning, as opposed to just … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible
Seasons of Love. Not Seasons of Conflict Diamonds for Straight WASPs.
It’s the holidays. Duh. People are risking life and limb to snatch the parking spot that’s four feet closer to the entrance to the mall than another, and children are wetting themselves with excitement to sit on Santa’s lap (or because they sucked their … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Rumblings on Recent Events
“Dickhead” is British for “hipster.” Douchiness, however, translates flawlessly.
I’ve always felt a bond to London, what with the fabulous high fashion, interestingly tumultuous history, and completely dark and twisty (read: awesome) legacy of Gothic literature that lends itself so nicely to my lectures on modern Comm Theory and how far … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Randomosity
The Subtle-butt. For when you just don’t care anymore.
So there’s been this rash of completely asinine “inventions” that have recently come about, the main intent of which is to “neutralize,” “camouflage,” and bling-out bodily functions/parts, and, while I rail them incessantly for their inane fecklessness, there have to be … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Infomercial Smackdown
The Snuggie and Vajazzling now have arch-enemies. Let WWIII commence.
Jeez, I am so glad someone out there is really thinking about my fashion needs. What would I possibly ever do without these marvels of modern invention that are positively redefining the way I go about my very existence? Surely, … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Infomercial Smackdown
Sex, the city, Comm theory, (different) butt panties, and a friggin’ cleft shield.
I’ve always been a fan of Sex and the City. From the days of watching with Sara on our pirated cable during college, margaritas in hand as the warm breeze of early summer days wafted through the screen door of … Continue reading
Brazilian butt-panties have nothing on my ass.
I prefer to think that I have a nice butt. It’s round. It’s high. It’s tight. People have pondered if I, in fact, actually have some African-American roots somewhere in the gene pool. (Although, seriously, with the blond hair and gray … Continue reading
Filed under "Vogue" is my Bible, Infomercial Smackdown
