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I haven’t gotten Lula’s new issue because I really don’t want anybody to go bankrupt as a result of my addiction to magazines.

Lula by Zandra Thorsson on Flickr.

I just read that there was an interview featuring Tavi Gevinson. I’ve pretty much read and watched all of her interviews but she always has something really interesting to say and I’d hate to miss out. I wonder what band they interviewed. When they interviewed Warpaint I was so excited because I love them to bits.

‘I will wait for you there’, photography by Damon Heath and styling by Leith Clark:

There’s also this really great editorial that emulates all the summer vibes I’ve been thinking about lately even as summer is ending and I will go back to dying very very soon.

Cara Delevingne by Annabel Mehran for Lula #14 (Spring/Summer 2012). As much as I hate picking “model favorites,” Cara Delevingne is definitely one of them and it’s exciting to finally see her in a Lula editorial.


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I sneak off for ice cream (as opposed to screaming)

So I mentioned a while back that Gabby was making a zine about food positivity. Obviously the deadline has ended and I thought for a long time about what I could submit…until a few days after the deadline I thought of something.

When I was young, my parents were always strict about finishing your vegetables before getting dessert (if there was any at all.) Usually, it was an Oreo (only one, never more) after eating two servings of steamed vegetables. Being in preschool helped me fall for the fact that one Oreo was without question proportionate and reasonable after eating so many vegetables (after all, my parents said so, and uh…if they weren’t right, then who was?) I remember eagerly asking my mother over and over again if it was time, if this was the moment when she would plant the processed gelatin-filled cookie on my small dinner dish, which was covered in dancing bears. “Here you go,” she’d tell me, looking amused. I ate it in about four to five seconds. The process continued throughout elementary school and never failed to make me eat some sort of green food.

Once I started middle school, these things began to change. I realized that one Oreo, like many other things that I’d taken for granted when I was young (including clear skin and Judy Blume) was complete and utter bullshit and that if I wanted more, I could simply reach for them by pushing myself upward onto the counter and grabbing an extra two or three, and then climb down, feeling like the badass I couldn’t be more far away from if I’d started reading Tigerbeat and wearing pink lip gloss (thankfully I was more a Teen Vogue gal myself.)

This was only the beginning of my short journey to carb and sugar independence (or dependence, more like.) After realizing my parents wouldn’t find out about my stealing some exra Oreos, I decided I could take things to the next level, occasionally bringing home desserts that I’d purchased with my own money or that were leftovers of things I baked at friends’ houses. Nobody seemed to mind and that pushed me further into the eternal doughnut hole that is my diet–when I entered freshman year, I was thin, and when I left, I was the opposite. Stress and pressure had built up on me, causing me to gain an obscene about of weight (which I still haven’t quite shaken off.) Though I wished my thick thighs and fat face weren’t existent, it made sense that I’d decided that my dessert needs were going to reach their absolute peek.

I knew my parents were aware of my weight gain–after all, it seemed like every human being I passed was probably laughing at me because of how big I was. So when we moved to a less safe and more urban neighborhood, filled with stores and boutiques at every corner, I was pretty stoked. Whenever I got stressed and for whatever reason, like SOMEONE forgetting to stalk up on my two best friends, B&J (Ben and Jerry’s, duh,) I went out by myself, always after 8 at night.

“Where are you going?” My father would ask me, not even turning his head away from his plate of chicken.

“Out, just walking.”


And that was that. I’d make sure I had at least five dollars leftover from the lunch money my parents gave me as a volunteer at the homeless shelter–10 was superflous, but any less could prove to be irritating in case I needed extra toppings. I thought ahead.

I’d begin my journey into the dark and make sure to get on a bigger street as soon as I could so I’d have more options as to what I wanted to eat. Along the way to whatever frozen yogurt joint or bakery I was headed to, I realized that I loved people watching and people hearing. Everyone was loud on Friday nights, which were my favorites. I could hear people talking about things that seemed peculiar, as I’d obviously hear only the middle of a conversation. I had to try hard to resist the temptation to stand below apartment windows to listen in on why John was obviously not straight or how the latest episode of Family Guy was a total letdown (but it wasn’t that tempting of course, because frozen  yogurt awaited me.) The restaurants were loud and so were the people, but the look of relief that the weekend was beginning seemed to be stamped on every person’s forehead, one less frown line or wrinkle than Friday morning. I kept reminding myself to hurry on.

Once at my destination, which was almost always frozen yogurt (though sometimes bakeries for cookies so large they were obnoxious,) I’d ask for a size that was probably too big for my own good, and get all the toppings I wanted (chocolate chips, chocolate chunks, and chocolate mochi.) Then I’d sit outside alone, eating in peace as I heard people laughing and cars rushing by me. If I didn’t finish what I’d eaten, I’d take off my jacket and cover it up as I came inside our apartment building, and then I’d take sneaky bites when my parents weren’t in the room. I never could throw it away in the bathroom trash can because anybody could see it there–my old Care Bear waste basket from middle school suddenly had a new purpose, and one that I was quick to utilize.

While I still admit I engage in such behaviors, I hope they’ll be all worth it in the end. I mean, not to be obnoxious, but yolo or carpe diem or whatever means that you can do what you want without a good rationale all the time, even when if fucks up your health. If my parents ask me why I haven’t gotten any thinner, I’ll simply tell them that I don’t understand why and it’s probably my thyroid. Who’s the question what the quality of your thyroid is? Exactly.

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Exciting Things

I know this may not interest everyone but it’s really important that the word gets out there for a new online publication run by Sarah (Astrorice) and Mikaela Foster, internet vloggers and writers respectively, known as Other…

While many details have not been released about the publication other than the fact that they need contributors (hence the video,) and that it comes out at the beginning of September, it still seems like an exciting prospect for many people, myself included. Many people will probably stupidly compare it to Tavi Gevinson‘s immensely successful online magazine directed towards teenage girls, Rookie, but that’s ridiculous because (or so it seems) they’re both like apples and oranges. The editors of the magazine are probably a lot less known, even after the slut shaming video and the articles on hellogiggles, rather than Tavi Gevinson’s famed status as a fashion blogger and writer.

Some more information about Other:

The Website (duh)



Submission Form

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Guts of Girls

I don’t know if any of you are aware of girl guts, which is a site that has just been relaunched to my own (and many others, I presume) delight. The authors are essentially a group of internet famous girls (plus a guy) who make relatively brief and concise posts about anything from makeup reviews to body politics. While the whole idea of the site isn’t exactly innovative, it’s pretty cool that it’s on Tumblr (and thus more accessible) and that a lot of people who are authors are pretty much…unknown. The youngest  is Heather, a fifteen-year-old (MY AGE WHADDUP) self-proclaimed “moody teenage girl” who seems to be just as intriguing as her older Girl Guts peers, because while she doesn’t have unnaturally colored hair like the other 80 percent of the staff, she does have a white rabbit and an appreciation for art (filed under: things you can gather from people’s website bio’s 2k12.) Also on the staff are Celia Edell, who I wrote about in my favorite Tumblr post, Ari from Moonbrains, and Laurence Philomene, an epic photographer living in Montreal. If I were to summarize it in one sentence, it’s basically a culmination of work from internet famous people.

Celia recently did a photo shoot which I found quite impressive (as she’s a philosophy student, not a photography or fashion one):

Plenty of summer vibes to go around.

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Not in a material world…

So I wrote a post a while ago about Lula a while ago, and I sort of forgot to mention another one of my favorite magazine of which I have not yet obtained a physical copy even though I’m considering just literally splurging all my bank account money to buy every issue BECAUSE IT IS THAT GOOD and (drum roll) that magazine is Material Girl, which is a European fashion publication based out of Vienna. While their articles are only in German which means that I cannot read them (why don’t they have German at my school, seriously?) fashion doesn’t have a language (oh, ~deep~) which means that I just look at their editorials and want to die from all the perfection.

All photos come from either here or here.

In other news, who else is stoked for the Rookie Road Trip? I am so excited to see all the tweets/instagrams/etc because it’s epic!!!

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Another Rookie submission!

Please excuse my horrible use of semi colons, I wrote this a while ago before we covered them in English class.

Braces left me, Teasing never did.

I have a theory about seventh grade; if you enjoyed it, then you’re probably a crack addict living on an inner city street.

I knew seventh grade was going to be different; after all, I’d just left the safety of my small and tight knit elementary school to join a middle school three times larger. At first sight, it all felt very foreign and almost exciting. The teachers, the campus, the food (candy was allowed and we finally got curly fries!); but it was weird that after a month, what seemed so exciting would become troublesome. My new friends were not exempt from this.

I made friends with a large group of people, consisting of Katherine*, Julia*, Rachel*, Ella*, Millie*, Ingrid*, and Jacquelyn.* I only knew one person from our whole group of friends from school, and that was Katherine. She and I were still friends, but just not so close as we once were. I knew Julia from day camp, and I was happy to see her at school every day. I didn’t know anybody else.

It soon became clear that Ingrid was whom I was closest to at first. I met her and her sister on a bus ride back home. We made fun of an SUV that pulled into the parking lot with flame stickers on it and laughed at Youtube videos. I felt happy when I was with Ingrid and I suppose she felt the same about me. That is, until Jacquelyn came into the picture less than two weeks later.

Jacquelyn and Ingrid became tight quickly; I remember the first day they became friends outside of our Latin class, laughing and giggling about things I couldn’t make out, like they’d known each other forever. I sort of felt left in the dust, even though I’d only known Ingrid for two weeks, and soon enough, Jacquelyn began eating lunch with us at our little corner in front of the school library. Ella was still close with both of them too, but nothing could compare to the friendship that Jacquelyn and Ingrid had created; it was almost like they’d built a huge moat around their castle, and anyone who wanted to get in would have to face the soldiers guarding the entrance.

I’m not going to lie here; when I was 12, I had braces, wore Abercrombie shirts and sports bras, and carried a lunch box. I wasn’t a “cool” person, but then again, neither was anyone else. That didn’t stop Ingrid and Jacquelyn; soon after they become friends, I started to notice an eerily constant pattern that I couldn’t seem to shake off. Every time they were together, I felt like I was being attacked by verbal swords. They fed off of each other, and if one person sat with the 2 of them alone, they were non-existent as far as Jacquelyn and Ingrid were considered. It was like being single and you went to the movies with your two best friends who were dating; you felt like a third wheel. They joked together so that it was hard to keep up with what they were talking about and their insulting me was no different.

They’d comment on anything; first it was the way I ate, since I put mustard in my sandwiches and it would get on my fingers. Then it was the way I’d ask for other people’s food, giving me the name “moochie,” courtesy of Ingrid. After that it was because I ate too much junk after school, even though I tried hard to count my calories to stay thinner, giving me the name “pig.” They’d make fun of celebrities I liked and things I would say. My life was a buffet to them; anything they could get their hands on, they did. Ella would often embark on a harassment journey with Jacquelyn and Ingrid. Throughout the first semester of 7th grade, lunch times were more hellish than necessary.

It would have been great if I could have dropped everything and sat somewhere else; but the real question was, where would I even sit? I contemplated this idea often, and I always came back to the same answer, whether I was thinking about it in English class or at night when I was supposed to be asleep. I went to private school. With 80 kids in our entire grade, there weren’t other viable options. I didn’t know the other girls well, and I was sure that with my cussing and sarcasm, I wouldn’t be well liked. Sitting with people who kept insulting you was 20x better than sitting alone with your turkey sandwich, so I just had to brace myself and keep going.

I often wondered why the more passive girls, i.e., Rachel, Katherine, Millie, and Julia wouldn’t help me tell off Jacquelyn, Ingrid, and Ella. Considering their faces when Jacquelyn called me “moochie” or “pig,” I didn’t understand their not doing anything. I never fought for myself, solely because I couldn’t stand the idea of Jacquelyn and Ingrid kicking me out; they were 2, I was 1, and I certainly wasn’t going to risk being rejected in front of everyone else.

One day, while at our usual spot in front of the library, Ingrid and Jacquelyn were doing their usual teasing routine. I couldn’t remember what they said exactly, but I felt so helpless; I tried to fend them off with my usual sarcastic commentary and rolling of eyes, but I couldn’t do it. They kept coming back for more. I told everyone that I had some water in my eyes and immediately went to the bathroom to cry for a little while. I was a cliché, and I knew it, but that didn’t matter after a certain point. At the end of the five minute tear fest, I dried my eyes and came back. After this incident, I knew it was time to take some action.

A couple months later, Jacquelyn stopped being friends with Ingrid and went to join some new friends. Ingrid was completely crushed and would talk shit about Jacquelyn all the time. While I thought that Jacquelyn’s leaving would stop the insults, it didn’t; she was replaced by Ella, who filled the same teasing gap, and one day, I’d had enough.

“Stop it!” I told them, my voice rising. “I’m done with your bullshit! Everybody has their quirks, and you should learn how to respect mine!” I stalked off, feeling satisfied with my outburst. This had been going on for 7 months, and I wasn’t going to let it keep going.

“No, wait!” Ingird and Ella said, coming after me. They tried to tell me that it was okay, that they wouldn’t do it again. And they still continued to, but just not as much. I guess standing up for myself was all I could do; after all, it’s every human’s right to eat mustard without being harassed.

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Rookie Submission (That might help you)

I know that the small, small number of you who do actually read this blog regularly do other things outside of internet stalking like go to school so I decided to write a ~helpful~ article which I already submitted to Rookie (uh, yeah, that didn’t work.) That’s something you should know about me–I submit lots of things to Rookie. I could put them all up here but this is the second (I didn’t submit the Florence Welch one.)

7 Tips for Group Projects

I think we’ve all been there, done that.

Over 20 moans (and some cries) fill the classroom you’re sitting in. The sun suddenly hides behind the clouds. You can feel your heart pounding. It seems like the beginning of a post-dystopian Ray Bradbury novel, and for all you care, it might as well be. Your teacher’s head is now complete with devil horns that you’re not sure are real or conjured up by your imagination. It doesn’t matter that you don’t get along with any of the other people in your class, or that it’s 8:00 in the morning and you should be fast asleep; you hear “project” and a feeling of constriction surrounds your mind. No matter what you do, you know that you’re going to be stuck for the next few weeks wondering which teacher in which school house in what country started the idea; the idea that working with other people, and, as a result, eating too much pizza and feeling stressed and staying up late, could actually be beneficial.

The most common problem with group projects is obviously that the most motivated person does all the work and the rest of the lazy members are just bound to the project grade, like zits or maraschino cherries or anything really bad attached to something really great. At first, group projects seem completely pointless, even if you’re paired up with people who actually have a normal work ethic. Regardless, I’d like to think (and I’m pretty sure) that the general idea is to help you work with others because no matter how much you are CONVINCED you are going to be an anti social cat lady, you will need money to pay for your cats’ food and this requires a job which usually requires team work and group project tendencies. Anyway, there are a number of things you can do to better your group project experience, thus indirectly letting you get the higher quality cat food in a few years.

1. Get Their Personal Information. In this day and age, it’s pretty easy to contact people, or so it seems. Even if you hate your partners and have made a conscious choice not be friends with them on Facebook, not to look at their twitters, and not to look at their friend’s twitters, you should either get their phone numbers and/or email addresses. If you are friends with them on Facebook and feel this is enough communication for you, be negative and think about the worst that could happen. Your internet could crash, or they could just not be online. Phone numbers are great because in case of a frightening new advancement in your adventures with poster board or PowerPoint, you can call immediately. Communication is key in group projects; if you have the potential to work well but you don’t know if your partners are even in town, you’ve got a problem.

2. Be Prepared. If the teacher gives you a handout the night before to read about the project or gives any preliminary information, utilize it to your best advantage and try as hard as you possibly can to understand what the project is asking of you. This way, you can explain it to your group members and help them if they have any questions.

3. Get to know them. At first sight, your group members may actually suck and upon hearing the teacher call your names, you could feel sick; despite the initial feelings, do not make any assumptions, especially if you do not know these people well. The more you get to know a person, the more you can figure out how they work; even just a conversation starter that’s irrelevant to the project will help you accomplish that task. It’s important not to see your group members as slackers, but as people too.

4. Be Organized. If nobody in your group is willing to be organized, then that’s a job you might have to tackle. This should be done before you do anything else. The second you get the assignment, get a piece of paper out and write down a large box for everyday you have to work on it. Write down all of your group members names and assign them a task. Ask each of them about what they feel they are the most adept at, because even people who slack off can do some things well. If you have what you believe to be a mix of slackers and non slackers, assign easier and quicker jobs to the slackers and larger and more important jobs to the non slackers, just for safety purposes. This may come off as bossy, but the other non-slackers would have probably done the same thing, and the slackers probably won’t care or even object. If somebody does not complete their task one day, then add another the next day.

5. Stick it to ‘em. If your group partners are slackers, chances are they could be “chill” or “lax” people who just “go with the flow”; use these characteristics to your advantage. Tell them everything you need from them. Drill them with questions and NEVER EVER feel insecure about it. If you ask them what they’re doing this weekend and they respond with a nonchalant “I don’t know”, say “Okay, so I guess all day Saturday works for you then.” While it’s hard in general to look people in the eye and tell them what you need, you can’t feel ashamed here; you’ll never know how they’ll react if you don’t try. Mentally declare yourself the boss of the group—part of the problems with group projects are that they often lack a specific direction. Be that direction (not One Direction of course, because then we have other issues.)

6.  Be Flexible. Make meeting up and doing assignments as easy as possible for your group members. This does not mean you are doing the work FOR them, it means you are giving them less excuses for not doing the work and giving yourself more reasons to say “I try my hardest.” If your group members live far away and you can drive to their house, offer to meet them there. If you can’t go all the way to their house but you can meet them halfway, then offer that. If you need them to type up something, send them the links to the information you find relevant and always give clear, concise instructions.

7. Things get extreme. If you do all of the above and your group members STILL don’t seem to be trying hard enough, then the first thing you need to do is talk to your teacher if you feel you don’t have the time. You will look like a tattle tale and that is a guarantee; however, if these people are giving you this much crap then they most likely DESERVE to be tattled on. They are not your friends and you probably won’t be friends with them or even talk to them for the duration of the year. Keeping that in mind, disregard the damage to your reputation and try to meet up with your teacher to ask for an extension or tell them about your situation. If your teacher sucks, then either you can give up because it’s only a project and it may mean a lot now but it won’t in 6 months (I guarantee it) or do the work for everyone else. If and when you do decide to do this, remember that procrastination is a no-no and sign out of Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Netflix. Time is the enemy; use every single second you can. Don’t stay up past 2 in the morning, because chances are, you’ll be doing this more than one night and you’ll need to be slightly functioning the next day so you can finish the rest.

In the end: Projects are projects and life is life. This project should not be the end of the world for you. If it feels like it is, then understand that a piece of cardboard, a physics motor, a 10 page report, or a PowerPoint that nobody helped you with is not your problem. In the future, try to take classes that aren’t project based if you dislike them. And remember, being a cat lady is always a future option.


All criticisms and compliments (if any) will be accepted! Thanks for reading!!

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