It’s easy to feel like People Who Travel are all white-collar, blue-blood superhumans who are just on the loose with someone else’s pocketbook. But I know it’s not true, because I’m one of them.
I have bunions and until I get surgery, they’re not going anywhere. Here’s how I deal.
Try shopping for jeans when you can’t make out the image of your ass in the mirror.
Raise your hand if you've never, ever worn a pair of stockings in your life.
What have you been doing with all that free time you weren't spending with us?
Sitting too much. Too much smartphone time. We are endangering ourselves in really boring ways people.
Sadly, most women struggle with insecurities about their bodies -- we want the lights off during sex, to cover certain body parts we're ashamed of, or we don't even want to get intimate at all.
Today's my first free Thursday afternoon in over 3 years, and it feels weird-good.
On a scale from 1 to James Franco, the men I’ve dated have been about a John C. Reilly.
Ultimately all human life is fragile, but the deaths of Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis show us that the lives of black boys can be disproportionately ephemeral.
It's like the makeup equivelent of a blow dry bar and I predict that soon they will be everywhere.