I don’t know how else to describe what I experienced recently when I attempted the oft sworn-by de-stressing technique known as floating. No, I’m not talking about putting on water wings and drifting around my local gym’s pool. This is a (supposedly) much more relaxing alternative to meditation. Keep reading for exactly what happened when I stepped into the isolation chamber and if I’d recommend it!
Well, that picture about sums it up. Mrs. Doubtfire. Kim Doubtfire. Kanye might get away with wearing skirts left and right, but you’ll never get away with wearing the slipcover from Roseanne’s couch, Kim. Every time I think I’ve successfully left the realm of fashion (something I really have little place writing about in the first place), I get sucked back in by these monstrous creations.
Recently, I’ve started trying to live a healthier lifestyle. After converting to vegetarianism, I thought the next logical step would be to exercise more. I’ve been going to the gym more regularly, and let me be frank: I hate it. However, I am 25 pounds slimmer than I was 6 months ago, so I won’t complain. To take my health-consciousness to the next level, I decided I’d start incorporating more green tea, dark chocolate, and wine into my diet. The dark chocolate and wine you’ll never hear me complain about, but the green tea is another story. I find myself asking the question: does anyone actually like this stuff?
Just when you think spending $98 on yoga pants is bad, Hermes has to one-up the competition and make a $91,000 shirt.
Usually, Jen and Allison will start their day by reading some posts from other bloggers. I do not. However, today they pointed me to a post on Cupcakes and Cashmere. Why would you want to eat cupcakes while wearing cashmere? You’ll just spill on it and ruin it. Anyway, the blogger, Emily Schuman, does a lot of DIY crafts and recipes on there. Whatever, fine, get down with your Martha Stewart self. Anyway, today she decided to rip up $100 shirt from J. Crew and call it “distressing.” Dear God. DEAR. GOD. Keep reading for my full rant.
It’s snowing today in Chicago, and it’s instead of “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” it’s beginning to look (and feel) a lot like Hoth. Yesterday, our windchill drove temperatures into negative numbers, and it put me in the mood to watch a movie. I thought I’d share some of my favorite movies with you, and have some special guests do the same.
Believe it or not, men can have an opinion on fashion. In fact, since I like to run my mouth off about pretty much anything, I thought I’d spend some time talking about fashion. This weekend, I went to town on the Brooks’ Brothers 50% off sale. I was born at 50 years old, I know. So that makes me 72 now. I drove a Buick for six years, so that sounds about right.
Like Macklemore’s lyric (and my fashion motto) goes, “I wear your granddad’s clothes, I look incredible.” I stick to classics. The closest thing I make to a fashion statement is to have a rotation of my four pairs of eyeglasses. My hair is allowed to do whatever it wants as long as it doesn’t fall out. But I’m aware of the trends and I know what works, even though I don’t care to show it 95% of the time.
What are you doing this weekend? I can ask you that because we’re still alive. The pyramids didn’t turn into spaceships, a random planet didn’t slam into Earth, and aliens didn’t reveal themselves. We survived the apocalypse! I think that’s earned us a drink. Too bad for the doomsday preppers; but I guess at least they have a lot of canned food to eat through now.
I like to pull the “as the only male editor” card once in awhile, and this is one of those times. Though most of the time I like to write about tech and my love of cooking, I definitely do have strong opinions when it comes to things like fashion and celebrities. Part of my job is doing research on what to write about, and something horrifying has continued to pop up throughout my research. Demi Moore.
Thankfully, I don’t seem to be the only one who thinks this walking disaster needs to step back, re-examine her life, and make a course shift. For the sake of everything that is holy, I hope she decides to act like a normal person soon. It’s part of my job to research celebrities, and I’d like her mini-skirt-wearing, whip-it inhaling, too-old for everything she does mug off of my computer screen. Please and thank you.
There comes a time in every person’s life when they have a special talk with their parents or children about something very important. It used to be sex, now I think tech should be part of the conversation. I love technology, and I try to stay hip. My phone’s a Samsung Galaxy Note 2 (we reviewed the original here), I have the new iPad (check out our 2012 gift guide for cool accessories), and I have a Windows 8 tablet and a Mac running Mountain Lion. I use Bluetooth speakers, have one of those fancy touchscreen remotes for my devices, and Siri and I have a love-hate relationship. But I’m in my 20s; the fact that my young cousins can use a tablet or smartphone just as well (if not better) than I can is scary.