Tag: Book Smart

Makeup, Materialism, and Minors: What One Trip to Sephora Revealed about SocietyMakeup, Materialism, and Minors: What One Trip to Sephora Revealed about Society

I’m cheap. I feel I should disclose this immediately. I do not buy expensive brands. Never have, never will. My sister, who is four years older than me, used to cry when my mom refused to buy Guess jeans. My

The Nightmare of RevisingThe Nightmare of Revising

I hate revising. Not the first time through, mind you. Revising after that shitty first draft is fun, fruitful, and productive. The memoir takes shape as it morphs from random musings into a coherent book with insight and profundity (at

Let Me Do It MyselfLet Me Do It Myself

I get it. I fully understand why retailers are eliminating self-checkouts, why they are limiting them to Ten Items or Less, why they no longer want customers to check themselves out. All those thieves have ruined it for the rest

So I Think I Can DanceSo I Think I Can Dance

Solid Gold dancer—that’s what I dreamed I’d grow up to be. At four years old, I understood little about trends, TV shows, and dancing. I don’t even remember what the premise of Solid Gold was, only that a group of

Crafty RegretCrafty Regret

Down-sizing. Spring cleaning. Tidying up. Call it what you will, but an onus lurks in every room, on shelves and in cabinets, a big bulky unyielding conundrum, one that cannot be tossed yet to save it seems redundant, obtuse, unsightly.