Category Archives: Therapy
I Have An Addiction, Sir
My therapist recently challenged me to not spend any money on clothes for a month, which may sound easy, but lest you forget: shopping is my heroin, dressing rooms are my syringes and credit cards are my rubber tie thingies. … Continue reading
Distracted
Maybe it’s that the whole world is sick with a flu or something, or that it’s fashion week somewhere and I’m supposed to be talking about it, but I just can’t. I’m having an over it moment in major way. … Continue reading
Chanel Pre-Fall 2013: The Perfect Rehab Wardrobe
You know how it goes. One day you’re 17 years old, living your life, getting buzzed on cocktails at a holiday party, when someone offers you a bump of coke. You’re scared, but also kind of bored and tired, so … Continue reading
The Unborn Royal
In today’s torturous news, Kate Middleton is pregnant. This makes sense because she’s 30, and in order to have kids that don’t look like animal-human hybrids, it’s important to get knocked up by 32 at the very latest. I could … Continue reading