anónimo perguntou:

That girl Sarah on the daily fail went into hiding and blocked people and locked her twitter at the same time. Do you think she will understand why it got the reaction it got, her article? I love Gillian for calling her/them out and that she refused to let them say this without any consequence. Lol they thought they could post it get a few likes and comments and be do e with it, but Gillian had other things in mind. I love the shit storm it created it means people are fed up with this.

Ah, anon. If only this Sarah chick were the only problem. I just wish:

1. The Daily Mail didn’t accept/assign such inaccurate and obscene trash to its reporters.

2. People would stop buying this fucking idiotic publication because there is clearly an appetite for this kind of actress tear-down - and it is hardly exclusive to Gillian.

3. The entertainment industry didn’t have such ridiculous expectations of youth that it practically demands actresses fuck around with their faces. And it is this commonality that dictates that someone like Gillian, who happens to look good for her age, becomes a target of plastic surgery assumption.

4. That a beautiful, talented actress like Gillian was celebrated for her natural beauty instead of accused of altering her appearance. 

5. That actresses who do decide to have plastic surgery weren’t picked apart for it and judged, when many feel it is the only avenue to furthering or prolonging their careers. 

All of this to say: it’s not just about Sarah-what’s-her-face. It’s not just about Gillian. It’s sad…but in many ways. 

Homemade Shaving Cream Recipe

I really love having smooth legs, and I really dislike shaving. Tough, right? In order to remedy this, you’d think I’d want a fast and simple solution but no — my first instinct was the opposite of that. I decided to make my own shaving cream.

Part of the reason I find hair removal so unpleasant is that shaving cream has always grossed me out. But when I found this do-it-yourself recipe on the Free People blog, I decided it sounded much more luxurious than the Skintimate products I typically use. I knew the cocoa butter and coconut oil would be super soft and moisturizing. Plus, I figured that if I went through all the trouble of making the cream, I’d be eager to try it out in the bath.

Here’s how to make it:


1/3 cup organic coconut oil
1/3 cup organic cocoa butter (you can substitute with shea butter)
2 tablespoons jojoba oil
2 tablespoons pure liquid castile soap (I used Dr. Bronner’s with tea tree)
5-10 drops essential oil (I used lavender. Use caution if you have sensitive skin)
Hand-held mixer


Using your stove’s lowest heat setting, melt the coconut oil and cocoa butter in a small saucepan. Stir until fully melted. Add the jojoba oil, stir, and remove from heat. Pour the mixture in a jar or bowl and leave it in the fridge for about an hour, until it solidifies.

Once it’s solid, whip the mixture in a bowl. Mix for about three minutes, until it becomes whipped. Add the castile soap and continue mixing until it’s all fully whipped and combined. Add your choice of essential oils and stir.

Store in an airtight container in a cool, dry place.


Perry Motor Lodge sign.  Perry, Florida.

Night swim with Rachel.  Perry, Florida.

Permanent Tourists.

I’ve grown obsessed with the dilapidated googie architectural of Perry’s old motels, places that were once prime spots for vacationing tourists in the 1950s and 60s.  This was Florida back before the mouse.  Folks drove down State Hwy 27 through tiny towns like Perry, Chiefland, Fanning Springs, and Homosassa.  Roadside attractions enticed tourists as they made their way through the wild and natural beauty of Florida.  I think a lot of times we forget why people came here.  It wasn’t for a resort–but to experience the sheer beauty of nature.  Most times tourists (I’m thinking of the tin can tourists here) camped out of their cars and roughed it a bit to see this awing little slice of heaven on earth.  The Perry Motor Lodge sign–along with so many others–stands as a testament to that moment in history.

Several years ago, I lived with a married couple.  While I was in D.C. for the 4th of July, the wife left the husband.  I came home to an awkward situation and wanted to stay clear of the fall-out.  As luck would have it, my good friend Rachel was staying with her family in Perry for a week or so and invited me to join her for several days.  I’d met Rachel in college at FSU, and though she’s from Perry, she had moved to Chicago then Ann Arbor, MI.  The few days I stayed with her at her parents’ house (who were out of town), we barely got out of the pool.  We drank beer, smoked cigarettes, and ate Little Debbie Snack Cakes.  It was like we were 12 again.  I was sporting a bleach blonde do at the time and being in the pool over-processed my hair.  After our visit, I had to cut all my hair off because I’d essentially “fried” it with chlorine.