A peek at what I’ve been reading on the interwebs:
- Over at NYMag’s The Cut, Erika Nicole Kendall takes on gymtimidation, racism and fat-shaming in what one would think would be the least likely of places (the yoga studio) with respect to Jen Polachek’s problematic piece for xoJane (she attempted to hide her identity after initially posting the piece due to the negative backlash).
- Also from The Cut, complete coverage of Cathy Horn’s decision to retire from her long-held position as the New York Time’s Fashion Critic. Her work was decisive and divisive, but always well-researched and well-written. I’m going to miss her columns.
- If you haven’t had a chance to watch this ad from the National Congress of American Indians, do.
- Over at my lucite dreams, Taylor reviews Kjaer Weis Cream Blush, an organic makeup line I’ve been DYING to try.
- Britanie of Beauty by Britanie shares her thoughts on the organic skincare line Pollen & Wax.
- At Parisian To Be, Lillian talks about new additions to her skincare regime, including the benefits of castor oil.
- I KNEW there was a legitimate, scientific reason for my need to sleep in on the weekend! Over at Brain Pickings, Maria Popova talks about David K. Randall’s book Dreamland: Adventures in the Strange Science of Sleep.
- Further support for my decision not to touch TAMPA with a ten-foot pole (there are some things you just can’t un-read), Amanda talks gender bias and why Lolita comparisons are more than a bit off the mark over at Dead White Guys.
- At Looks & Books, Jill styles Lady Brett Ashley of Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises.
Now, I know there’s no red carpet at the Super Bowl, but I want to take a minute and talk about the best and worst dressed of the night.
Best: my celeb crush, Bruno Mars. LOVED his James Brown moment last night. Lookin’ fine, per usual…
On a related note, thank you, Anthony Kiedis, Flea and company, for wearing pants, not a strategically-placed tube sock.
Worst dressed: Joe Namath. Now we know what happened to the losing team at the Puppy Bowl…oh, Joe 😦