You might have felt a deep emptiness in your soul for the past few weeks. You probably couldn’t put your finger on what exactly that hollow feeling was. Well, it was the absence of How To Tuesdays. Last episode, I asked you all to put your suggestions for the next video in the comment section. I did not receive one suggestion. Thanks, guys. So, this week what I’ve done is gone ahead and taken the liberty of answering all of your deepest burning questions. From how to prevent a nip slip to whether or not Lea Michele wears fake fur… here are your answers. Watch and VOTE below:
Though winter here hasn’t been much more than grey and rainy, I was able to catch a little bit of sun a couple of weekends ago.
I know coming hot off the heels of my Stylelist Q + A, this may seem like a “risky” outfit choice. Here’s the thing: I don’t hate leggings as a whole. I hate when girls wear leggings like they’re Levi’s. I’ve got a whole stack of leggings, but you better believe that unless I’m in the midst of a pilates class, my “assets” are covered when wearing them.
I love the sheer peach mixed with grey knits and grounded with a luggage brown boot. It’s a nice alternative to the standard black and brings a little bit of light (ness) to your most grey winter days.
Rule of thumb when deciding whether or not a shirt is long enough to be worn with leggings: Put your hands down to your sides. If the shirt reaches your fingertips, it should be okay. It’s kind of like the skirt/shorts rule in highschool. Use your head (and your eyes), your front pieces and bum should not be showing. Leggings, afterall, are not pants.
Oh hey guys, I’ve been under the weather… hence my disappearing act. While laying in bed cursing both left and right nostrils, I’ve had plenty of time to think about things that suck. Here’re just a few.
Razor scooters. If you’re over the age of, let’s say eight, and still riding one, you’re doing it wrong.
Your artsy emo photos. Not even Instagram is gonna make that apple more interesting.
Facial piercings… unless, of course, you’re Rooney Mara. Then you can do whatever you want.
“Nom, nom, nom.” I can’t even put into words what seeing this makes me want to do. I hate mouth noises in real life… let alone your ridiculous simulated status update ones.
Speaking of food related status updates. No one wants to see a picture of your shitty dinner or stupid vodka tonic. If your food is in the shape or Mount Rushmore or perhaps there’s liquid nitrogen coming out of your glass, maybe- maybe- I’m interested. Otherwise, you’re just taking up space in my feed.
I mean, first came leggings, then came jeggings, then majeggings, all leading up to the ingenious “pajama jeans.” (To be clear: NONE of these are pants). Now there’s apparently a little somethin’ somethin’ from the fine folks at HUE being made available to you called “skeggings.” (Anyone else thinking the name could possibly have been derived from skank + leggings?).
I’m sort of torn on these “skeggings.” While they are absolutely hideous (the way they are styled in this photo make me want to just end it) at least your vdot will be covered. I mean, it seems that some people will just never learn that leggings are not, nor will they ever be, pants. So, while these skirted leggings are sort of ridiculous, maybe they are doing more good than harm?
I’ve been bombarded with commercials, tweets, and status updates about “Black Friday” shopping. Not to sound like a snob, but I am not, nor have I ever, participated in what I consider such a barbaric event. I don’t care how large a flat screen I can get or how many cashmere sweaters I can snag if it means that I will be forced to wait in the freezing cold with a bunch of cattle and then be pushed around, trampled, and most likely verbally assaulted once inside. No, thank you. Not worth it. That said, here are ten things I’d rather do than go shopping on Black Friday:
Go ice fishing with my bare hands.
Clean the bathroom with poisonous products and a fresh manicure.
Long division with no calculator.
Drink vinegar through a pink straw.
Watch the Kanye West Runaway “movie” on repeat.
Go sit in an office all day with a bunch of twatards who don’t know what they’re talking about.
Go rock climbing with no harness on Mt. Everest.
Walk home uphill both ways in the snow with no shoes while carrying a bale of hay.
Have a root canal performed by my dog with no anesthesia.