Since they're always discontinuing my lipstick of choice as soon as I actually like one enough to categorize it as being of choice, I'm constantly having to experiment with new shades, all of which are promptly taken off the market the second I'm satisfied with one. Recently I stumbled upon L'Oreal's new Endless Kissable™ line, and while long-wearing lipsticks are generally too opaque and waxy

Recently I came across a how-to on recreating Sarah Jessica Parker's hairstyle. "You might not think it's possible," read the article, written by some stylist to the stars, "but you can have SJP's look! Honest!" It then went into a step-by-step process, consisting of sectioning off your towel-dried locks and "folding" them, "accordion"-style, atop your head, after, of course, having applied 92

I was going to write about how amused my former roommate would be if he found out that I was using one of the hair products he gave me as a finishing polish for my corn rows. He is, after all, the type who would probably prefer that I use his products in conjunction with getting up at 5 in the morning each day to make myself look like Jennifer Aniston. Won't it be funny, I thought, when I tell

E'ery now !) every now and then I fall apart! Okay, eyes, you win. Besides, I've seen a few too many horrific images over the past couple days. I guess I'll go back to the faintly shimmery, brown/black, non-waterproof, washable, straight-up Almay mascara you so yearn for. You know, the kind that allows full ocular movement? That is, if I can remove this impenetrable coat of Maybelline

My company publishes a certain bestseller by a certain bestselling author, entitled, I Know This Much Is True. Now, if I know you as well as I think I do, right now, you're probably thinking, (a) Why did you capitalize the "i" in "is" in that book title, when it's clearly a linking verb?, and/or (b) Uh huh huh hu-uh huh! I know-ow this mu-uch is tru-ue! And to that I reply, (1) I know it looks

Scents have always played a sickeningly metaphorical role in my life. In my early teens, around the time that I began toting around mini-atomizers of Evian Grass. Now that I'm back from La La Land, I've intermittently, desperately gone back to Happy, as I've a huge stash of it sitting idly on my shelf going to waste, and I thought I should try once again to reap the benefits of its magical

Note to Self: You are not a "woman of color". Nothing about your appearance conjures up anything but the blandest, most "color"-less, waspiest of effects. Rather, you are a pale and sallow-toned quasi-albino. Under no circumstances should you utilize a product geared toward women of anything but featurelessness. What, then, gave you the idea of purchasing Pantene's Relaxed , they all suck