Fashionable Friend of the Month: Crystal

With fashionable fabulous friends like mine, they deserve to be acknowledged. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for the amazing people in my life– and thankful they share my love for clothes and all things fashion.

Crystal, the stunnah featured this month, hails from Atlanta, Georgia. She studies Public Relations at Boston University and is one of the smartest people I know. She is truly beautiful on the inside and out- and I live with her so I can vouch for that.

She struts down Com Ave. while listening to Beyonce (Sasha Fierce amiright?) with a smile on her face, stopping to say hello to the hundreds of people she knows on campus. With style like hers, who wouldn’t want to be friends with her?

Please enjoy these photos of Crystal, and the goofiness and smiles that shine through.

Stay Pretty

XOXO

Chivalry Is Dead

Long time no blog! My bad, I’ve been wrapped up in all-things internship and classes and friends and being 20 years old in Boston. Throughout my hiatus and endeavors transversing subway lines and dodging deadlines- i’ve managed to accumulate a certain amount of anger towards… well… to be honest, towards certain members of the male species.

Okay, now before you go freaking out and begin writing a hate letter, let me preface by saying I do not hate men. I do not hate all men, In fact, I love men. I hate the lack of respect that passes as human interaction these days.

As featured in many articles, movies, t.v. series, Vlogs, digital shorts, etc., women seem to be suffering the brunt of an uptick of sexual harassment and verbal abuse cases.

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Now, not every cat-call warrants the title of sexual harassment, but most of these acts do, and as society accepts them as reality, we slowly transfer this form of harassment into socially acceptable interactions.

I miss the days where I could walk down the street holding hands with my mom and twister (twin sister, obvi) and not feel sexualized or violated by a look.These days, I can’t buy a power bar at the local City Co. without some man asking me to keep him “company” later. No sir, I shall not keep you company. Ladies, I know I am not alone in this. 

My question is, at what point will society realize this behavior is unacceptable? Cat-calls, inappropriate gestures and names- all make women feel smaller and objectified. I do not understand. Have these cat-calls worked in the past? Did you, sir, meet your ex-girlfriend by cat-calling her? Trying to grab her arm as she walks past you? Making eye-contact that turns into a molesting stare? What quality woman dreams of her “Prince Charming” cat-calling her heart away? News flash: NONE.

Here’s another plot-twist for you, these same cat-callers retort with an explanation of “it was just a compliment.” Last time I checked, compliments tend to bolster people, not make them feel preyed upon.

Anyways, I digress… for now.

I hope everyone stays safe and helps with this anti-cat-calling initiative. I know that I plan on having a few choice words for the next less than civil interaction I have walking down the streets of Boston or New York, or really anywhere these days.

Check out my latest articles at Bostonmagazine.com, and feel free to comment below with any ideas for future articles.

Stay Safe and Classy Boston.

XOXO

Home is with the ones I love

I’ve been so busy, sorry for the lack of posts! I’ve been thinking, and this post is a product of those thoughts.

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They say home is where the heart is, but what if your heart is all over the place? And by “they,” I obviously mean the wise people that came up with the phrase. I think that hearts are kind of like puzzles. Every meaningful person in your life comprises a piece of that puzzle, and with one or many of them missing, how can you feel whole?

I’ve gone the last few years 1100 miles away from my parents and grandparents, most of my aunts uncles and cousins, 1000 miles from my friends, 212 miles from my older sister and 106 miles from my twin sister. With distances like these, I speak to the important people in my life frequently, mostly on a weekly or monthly basis, and that helps with the many miles between us.

That being said, I’ve found another family, another home. Another place to call my own. Lol ok that was song lyrics I really can’t be serious can i? Ok, I digress.

Growing up is about making new homes, making new family while somehow managing to keep the old one. Family isn’t just blood, it’s the people that wait for you outside of your room for you to get home with ice cream and a hug when you have a bad day. Family are the people that make you laugh so hard you have the hiccups. The ones that can tell you when you’re being a brat or diva, the people that hold your hand during scary movies and the scary times in life. Home is whenever I’m with any of you.

This weekend a friend reminded me of how important my family is to me. My family, blood and those that probably should be blood at this point- will always have a special place in my heart. While I sit on this train and look at the strangers around me, I can’t help but wonder if they have the type of family that offers to fly you home on a whim, or people in their lives that would bike across campus in the rain with my favorite ice cream, or bake me a sugar free cake for my birthday in the throws of blood sugar problems (that I now know as diabetes). I wonder how I became blessed with such great friends and family, and how I would be different if I didn’t grow up knowing that I always had someone on and by my side.

Don’t get me wrong, my family is far from perfect. But there is beauty in imperfection. There is beauty in the breakdown, and there is beauty in every single person. I may not be the most optimistic person, and damn do I have my faults, but I also have the people that bring out my light. I wouldn’t trade them for the world- or diabetes.

Just some food for thought. More posts to come soon!

xoxo stay classy… and warm

Depth of Field

Howdy folks. Sorry about the lack of content lately, I’ve been crazy busy. Between classes and my internship, I haven’t had a lot of time for personal writing. Anywho, I digress. Today was a rough day.

Amidst the craziness of today’s agenda, I realized something. While I was trekking across campus in the cold and rain, I decided that Life appears similar to the depth of field assignment assigned by my photography professor.

Do you want a narrow depth of field, where you can only see what is right in front of you? Or do you want a wide depth of field, where you can see clearly the whole picture?

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I think in life we need to learn how to balance and maintain both of these views. To value the beauty of what is in front of us, as well as what is around us. That might be one of the hardest concepts to conquer. As a college student, I want to have fun with the crazy lovable people around me, while simultaneously making killer grades for my future. I want to make memories with the friends that make me laugh hysterically at 3 AM from sleep deprivation, while applying for internships or jobs. I want to have it all. But isn’t that the very thing that we all want? Love? Friendship? Success? Something to be passionate about?

I guess life will always be about finding the right balance. When to have fun, when to buckle down? These are the questions that go case by case, the verdict will always be out.

As I sit in my dorm room looking out over the Charles River while listening to Vance Joy, and ignoring the loads of work I have to do, I realize that one bad day or one bad week, one bad year, all depends on my perspective. It might just be that Vance Joy is hella deep, and just gets me on another level. Or, it might be that I think too much and just rather sit in my room and write than work on my homework. Whatever the reason, I choose to try have it all.

So happy thoughts to those struggling this week as well, and let me know if you have any ideas or thoughts on the next blog post!

XOXO