1. Jenny Lewis
2. Skinny Guys Another iteration of my unending attraction to the Pale and Scary? Maybe so. I have been teased mercilessly by most of my girlfriends over my thing for Skinny Guys. I spent a lot of time with very, very thin boys in high school– a consequence of being on a rowing team with a really great lightweight men’s team– and I’m pretty sure this somehow shorted out the Hotness-Seeking circuits in my brain. The first person I fell in love with was 6’3” 143 pounds with rocks in his pockets (ridiculously below lightweight classification, which is 155-165 for men), and ever since that first disastrous experience, I find myself fairly exclusively attracted to hollow-looking dudes who need to be fed. Like, immediately.
I’ve mostly given up asking “WTF?” on this front. I mean, I’m sure there are studies out there that could scientifically parse my immoderate love for Skinny Guys, but why reduce Artem Emelianov (the fabulously gorgeous creature pictured above) to a series of graphs? I just thank Calvin Klein and the attenuating power of the International Runway for fishing him out of obscurity and dressing him in as little as possible. I offer this up to any among you who might share my weird love of bones-welling-up-through-skin.
3. Almay Clear Complexion Concealer I am on of those unfortunate people who is allergic to the acne treatment du jour, Benzoyl Peroxide. Most of the clear complexion stuff you can get at the drugstore or even through other distributors, especially on-the-spot stuff, is Benzoyl Peroxide based. Not good for me, seeing as how my skin freaks out and gets all red and puffy wherever anything containing BP touches it, a phenomenon that aggravates the acne and causes it to retaliate by becoming approximately 983675983765 times worse. Uncool. This stuff, however, is a really nice, basic concealer that actually matches my skin and also contains Salicylic Acid, which works pretty well on the whole acne-zap front without, you know, making me look like I have leprosy. I enjoy it highly.
4. Naturally More Peanut Butter It has flax seeds in it! And fiber! I found it in the pitiful grocery store here in Central PA, which does not even carry Kashi bars, so I figure it is pretty easy to come by. Check it out.
5. Slicing up T-shirts. Did you ever do this to your old tees? When I was rowing in highschool and college, every tee that crossed my path got the following treatment, partly because I can’t stand to have tags or collars anywhere near my neck (boatneck stuff is as much as I can generally stand) and having your sleeves bunch up on you while you’re trying to row is annoying. Also, I guess when you spend all your time in spandex and ratty old tee shirts, a tee shirt with the collar ripped out makes a statement. My sis and I bought a bunch of little-boy soccer tees at a thrift store awhile ago and I had yet to wear any of them, so I decided to re-teach myself how to customize a tee to my own personal OH GOD NO SEAMS MAY TOUCH ME OR ELSE I AM SO UNCOMFORTABLE I COULD SCREAM style (I was also running out of things to wear to the gym, since I hate going to the laundromat). I figured I’d include pics in case some of you have not experienced the awesomeness of the collarless tee and want to try it for yourself. Also because I can understand getting a little queasy over taking scissors to a tee you like–fucking up is kind of permanent– and figure a visual couldn’t hurt.