From Phantom Lady (Fox Features Syndicate, 1947) and Canteen Kate (St. John, 1952), to what many consider the first graphic novel, It Rhymes with Lust (St. John, 1950), Baker’s fun-loving, glamorous gals and classy, statuesque women could be seen on every newsstand across the United States (and most likely in many G.I. quarters overseas). Although, Baker was celebrated in the comics community for his strikingly beautiful and more anatomically correct portrayals of women, his art would also become one of the primary targets in the crusade against comics and in the infamous Dr. Fredrick Wertham’s 1954 book Seduction of the Innocent.

Celebrate Black History month by reading up on one of the original Black Nerds by clicking HERE! This article was written by the fabulous Caitlin McCabe!

January Favorites

Here are a few of my January favorites. It is a short list because I didn’t have too many products that I was loving during the month, but let’s get started anyway! Quite a few of the products on this list are cruelty-free and/or vegan.


I received a sample of this eye oil in Petit Vour’s October box, and after trying it for the past couple of months, I really loved the results. It contains jojoba, rosehip oil, vitamin E, and rose essential oil to sooth, nourish, and smooth the delicate area around your eyes. I have sensitive skin, so I am usually hesitant about the products I use on my face, but this left my eye area feeling smooth, fuller, and hydrated. A little of the product goes a long way, so the sample I have will last me quite a while. 

URSA MAJOR OF VT Fantastic Face Wash | $12

This face wash is a foaming gel cleanser that brightens and clarifies your complexion, dissolves dead surface skin, soothes irritated skin with aloe, and thoroughly cleanses. I have to say this is one of my all time favorite face washes, and I prefer it over the all the other brands of cruelty-free washes I have tried in the past. It’s infused with numerous essential oils such as cedar, spearmint, rosemary, lavender, and a few other oils, so it’s refreshing and a pleasant scent without being overpowering when applying to your face. It cleans my face well without irritating, and it doesn’t leave my skin feeling like there is residue after rinsing. I will be splurging on the full-size once the sample is emptied. 

Habit Nail Polish | $18

Habit nail polish is natural strengthening with myrrh extract, it’s 5-free, vegan, cruelty-free, and gluten-free. I received the color Disco (a metallic gold) in one of my monthly subscription boxes, and it is beautiful! After a week of wearing the polish, I noticed that not only was it long-wearing, but it did strengthen my weak and chipping nails. While it is a pricey polish, it is well worth it, and I have considered buying a few colors when I have the extra cash. 

MALIN+GOETZ mojito lip balm | $12

This was in one of my past monthly favorites, and it’s making a return in this month’s. I was introduced to this lip balm through Ipsy a year ago, and this has become my one-and-only, go-to balm ever since. This lip balm offers daily protection with soothing treatment for dry, irritated lips. It’s scientifically blended to restore, replenish, and hydrate while having long-lasting wear. While it is considerably pricey for it’s size, a little bit goes a long way. You can apply a little bit for some soothing relief, or a generous application for a glossed look. I always deal with cracked, dry lips throughout the winter, so I keep one of this balms in my purse, and another in the house because it works really well.

Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls by Jes Baker | $12

I cannot recommend this book enough, regardless of size, age, or gender. I wrote a review on this book, which can be found on my blog, The Book Ramblings. Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls is so much more than what people may expected because of the title–it’s a must-read that will remind you to appreciate yourself for who you are, to embrace yourself, and realize that self love and acceptance is important. 

365 Day Movie Challenge (2016) - #51: The Harvey Girls (1946) - dir. George Sidney

A nice MGM musical with plenty of songs and lovely costumes and not a whole lot of real character development, The Harvey Girls is entertaining and easy to watch, especially if you’re a fan of Judy Garland. In telling the story of the Harvey House restaurant chain set up in towns along rail lines in the American southwest during the late 19th century, most of the film’s songs are forgettable, the one exception being the Oscar-winning “On the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe.” The scenes are mostly done well by director George Sidney (who later made Kiss Me Kate), though, so you’re never bored. Handsome leading man John Hodiak never really seems comfortable in his role as “bad boy” Ned Trent, a gambler who eventually sees the light, but Angela Lansbury (who was only 19 when the movie was filmed in early 1945) is great as the gambling house’s main attraction, Em, who secretly loves Ned but hides it beneath her own unpleasant “bad girl” personality. The cast also features deadpan Virginia O’Brien (whose character disappears halfway through due to O’Brien being pregnant in real life) and young Cyd Charisse as two of Garland’s friends, Ray Bolger as a dancing blacksmith (he has a dancing scene during a party held at the Harvey House which is a total delight), Preston Foster as a malicious judge who definitely does not abide by the law, Marjorie Main as the Harvey House’s main cook, Chill Wills as the local yokel Judy traveled out west to marry (they had a courtship by mail, which turns out to be a Cyrano de Bergerac situation since Wills asked John Hodiak to pen the letters) and Kenny Baker as the young tenor with whom Cyd Charisse falls in love. As lightweight, musical romantic-comedy enjoyment goes, The Harvey Girls is alright; just don’t expect another Meet Me in St. Louis (although the same same Technicolor cinematographer, George J. Folsey, does another fine job).

P.S. As usual, Cyd Charisse’s singing voice was dubbed, but what’s stranger is that the singing voice of Angela Lansbury - later one of Broadway’s great musical stars - was dubbed too! (It’s very noticeable to any observant viewer.) Apparently her singing voice was too soprano for MGM’s tastes, not husky or sexy enough to sound sufficiently like a naughty dance-hall gal. Luckily Angela wears a lot of gorgeous costumes designed by Helen Rose, so she always looks fantastic even if it’s a little too weird to see her lipsyncing to a female voice that is so obviously not her own.
6 Girl Scout cookies you thought you were getting but aren't
Girl Scouts use two different bakers for their cookies. Where you buy determines which ones you get. A third of the country gets a crunchier Thin Mint, while the rest get a smoother one. Samoas are mirrored by Caramel deLites. Shortbread with Trefoils.

I’ve always lived in a Little Brownie Bakers council. I think I’ll have to make a pilgrimage to Sacramento to try the Lemonades.

Hey, just in case anyone wanted to know this, I just got a second job today. I’ll be working for an organic restaurant downtown (in my home city), and I’ll be baking/prep cooking.
As you may know, my dream is to open a bakery and my passion is food, so I’m very excited about this opportunity.
Now I’ll be working 2 jobs, going to college, paying bills for my apartment, paying my own college tuition out of pocket, and doing it ALL ON MY OWN.
I will beat poverty. I will break the cycle in my family.

The Baker

Summary:  An older story I wrote about a boy who tries to save his village, in the perspective of the boy.

Author:  @writer-in-the-making

The Baker

I was only trying to help them, but they just wouldn’t listen.  My whole village and I were going through famine, everyone starving.  Some were holding up somehow, others were sure to die within 2 days’ time.  One day, however, my sister, Sky, and I saw a man walking down the road.  He was holding a basket filled with loaves of bread. We couldn’t believe it at first, but we saw it with our own eyes.  I took my little sister’s hand in mine and ran over to the man.

“Excuse me sir, where did you get that bread?”

“Why, from the baker down the street of course.”

“There’s no baker down the street.”  I replied.  I had been living here for all my life, I would know if there was a baker down the street, wouldn’t I?  There would be proof of it.

“Oh, but there is.  What’s your name, boy?”

“Robbie, and this is my sister Sky.”  I said, pointing to my sister who was holding my hand, staying close to my leg.

“Well, Robbie and Sky, I can assure you there is a baker down the road who makes the most wonderful bread in all the land. He’s a kind baker, and he cares about everyone he lays his eyes on.  He will give you some bread and water.  If you go to him, you will never be hungry and never thirst again.”  

“Where is this baker?  I want to find him!”  I said, eager to find what this baker had to offer.

“Just down that road,” The man said, pointing to my left. “The bakery is on the right side of the path.”

“Thank you sir!”  I said, holding out a hand to maintain manners, as mother taught me. The man kindly shook my hand in his.

“You are very welcome Robbie.  Now go!  The baker is surely waiting to care for you and your sister.”  

I gave the man a smile and a wave before running off with Sky to the bakery down the road.  Who knew it was so easily accessible?  How come no one had told me before?  How could the baker be waiting for me and Sky?  Had he known about us?  Had he told that man to tell us he was waiting?  We ran as fast as our young legs could carry us for what felt like hours. Really, it was only a few minutes, but when you’re working hard it’s not always easy to perceive time.  Soon we saw the bakery the man spoke about.  It was a beautiful bakery, lined with mahogany logs and wide windows and surrounded by a majestic golden gate with white pearls at the tip of the arch.  My sister and I quickly ran over to the bakery, excited to see what the baker had in store.  The gold gate slowly opened, and seemed surprisingly welcoming.  We walked up to the door, hand in hand, when we heard a strong yet calming voice call out to us.

“All who are thirsty, come and drink, and all who are hungry, may never starve again.”  

Sky opened the door and ran into the huge bakery. The baker was a tall man, his legs and feet where large and sturdy, his arms built to carry burdens bigger than my whole village.  He had brown hair and a brown, well-kept beard that perfectly framed his soft face. His eyes where intimidating, but welcoming and soft.  As soon as the door burst open the baker kneeled with open arms and embraced my sister as if he had been waiting all his life to see her.  He soon saw me, and with a big smile he opened up one of his arms, inviting me in.  Flabbergasted, I ran to him and hugged him, his strong arms giving me comfort.  He retracted from the hug, standing up again and moving behind the counter.

“Come children, eat, I will give you what you need for today.”

Sky and I looked around the bakery, speechless at the sight.  There were loaves of bread, muffins, cookies, small cakes, and even freshly baked pretzels. We pointed at everything, wanting it all, but the baker simply shook his head condescendingly.  

“I will give you only what you need for today.  Come back tomorrow and I will give you what is needed for tomorrow.  You need not take more than what you need, I will care for your needs each and every day if you just come to me.”

Sky and I nodded in understanding, and the baker gave us 2 loaves of bread and a chocolate chip cookie.  Quickly my sister and I devoured the baked goods, my stomach warm and full with food for the first time.  I thanked the baker, and promised him I would come the next day.

“Tell others about what you have seen, for they are welcome to come too.”  

I nodded and took my sisters hand, walking back to our village, happy and content.  As soon as we came back to the village, the others were laying on the ground, suffering from hunger.  If only they had known it was so simple.  I cared about everyone in our village, and I didn’t want them to starve, so I knew what I had to do.

“I have good news!”  I yelled happily.  The others stared at me, perplexed at how happy I was.  “Sky and I are no longer hungry, we found food!”  The villagers walked up close, eager to hear what I had to say.  “There’s a kind baker down the road who will feed all who are hungry, he will give you what you need for the day if you just go to him!”  I thought they would be happy, knowing there was a baker who would feed us, but they only became angry.

“If there was really a baker down the road who would feed us, why would he just let us starve?”  One of the villagers cried.

“He can’t help us unless we go to him!  It’s so simple!”  I responded

“There is no such thing, I would know,” one of the men yelled, “I’ve been living here for more than 50 years.  I am wise, I would know whether there is a baker or not.”

“Come with me, please, I will show you!”  I cried.

“He’s lying!  He doesn’t care!  He just wants to make us look like fools!  He’s the real fool!”  The villagers started to shout.

“You don’t understand!”  I yelled, but no one would hear me out.

The next morning, I helped Sky get dressed when our mother and father woke up.

“What are you two doing, Robbie?”  My mother asked quietly.

“We are going to the bakery to get the food we need for today.  No one else believes me mother, but I know there is a baker.  He fed me.  I promise.” I whispered as Sky started putting on her shoes.  My mother shifted her weight and my father looked over to her before speaking.

“Robbie, can you show us where this baker is?” he asked. I smiled at my father.

“Of course father.”  I said softly.  My father and mother put on their shoes and we walked down the path to the bakery.  

“Robbie, come on!  The baker’s right here!  He’s waiting!”  Sky shouted as she skipped down the path.

“I’m coming Sky, just don’t leave us behind.”  I shouted to her with a smile.  I quickened my pace a little, excited to see the baker again.  When the bakery was finally in sight, my mother and father were speechless at first.

“You were right.”  My mom said.  “You were right!”  She yelled happily, and with that she ran to the bakery, holding her skirt in her hands so she wouldn’t fall.  My father wasn’t far behind, and quickly they made their way to the door.  Sky and I slowed down our pace and gave our parents time while we made our way to the bakery.  When we arrived my mother and father where already given what they needed for the day, and the baker had prepared me and Sky each a basket of our own.

“Thank you!”  My mother kept praising the baker repeatedly.  “Thank you! Thank you!” she said before walking out of the bakery with my father.

Then I approached the baker, still troubled about my fellow villagers.  “Baker, no one will listen at my village!  I tried to tell them about you and what you can do for all of us but they won’t believe me!  What do I do?”

“Not all will believe in me at first, but if you give them time, keep telling them about me, and showing them what I can do for all of them, you will be able to help save them from starving.”

I nodded, eager to help them all, but again as I went back to the village, the same thing happened.

“If there was a baker, he wouldn’t let us starve!” “He’s just lying to us!”  “What an ignorant little boy!” They all shouted. I was only trying to help them, but they just wouldn’t listen.