You're walking through Saks. OK, not Saks. Macy's. And you know you're getting close to the makeup floor because of the musty rose scent wafting in your direction. So, you begin to put your guard up as you pass. But you can't avoid it; the makeup girls who take one look at you and tell you how to fix yourself. The "Trust me, you'll love this" kind of girl; the "sit in my chair for a smudge of gloss" girl, the "just give me a quick second to sell you products you didn't know you needed" girl.Read Full Story
Last Christmas, my sister bought me an Urban Decay neutral “Naked” palette, and naturally I took to Instagram to share the news — OK, and to gloat. I am known to hashtag quite a bit — OK, a lot — so when it came to the list of tags, I threw in a #naked. My boyfriend, laughing, called and said, “You can’t do that.” Can’t do what? Shamelessly brag about finally having Urban Decay’s signature palette in my possession? “Naked isn’t allowed on Instagram.” It had never even crossed my mind, but that was when I put two and two together: nudity.Read Full Story
OK, so you've just woken up in someone else's bed, and while at this very moment his name eludes you (Frank? Kurt? Furt?), you carefully take a peek and discover he's just as fine as he was last night. Like, McDreamy fine. "You go girl," you think to yourself. But then, it happens: Instead of doing the victory dance you should be doing, your mind takes you down that yellow brick road of guilt and regret. What. The. Eff?!Read Full Story
As soon as you meet Tiffany Michelle Brown, you're enamored. She's a pithy redhead with a quick wit and sexy sway. Her career as a horror-story author is on the rise, and she is one half of a healthy, loving relationship.Read Full Story
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