Wednesday, November 23, 2016


So, I've clearly been slacking.

In many areas, not just in the wild, wild internet world and social media rat race.

I've been processing a lot, and I don't really wish to bore you with many problems. I understand. You have plenty of your own, but please know're never alone. If you want to spill your guts to someone, shoot me a message. Call me. I'm a human too in this crazy life and no matter what you may perceive about me, I know all too well what pain, sadness, grief, loneliness, and betrayal feel like. Sickness in every sense of every fiber of my being. So, shoot, OK?

Now that we've gotten the deeper thoughts out of the way (for the moment, at least), let's swim up to the surface and keep it closer to the shallow end. I don't need a flotation device in this area of the pool.

It's no secret that I am an old lady child, according to my friends...and well, anyone who had spent more than two minutes conversing with me. Wild, free-spirit teenage rebel meets Golden Girl. Got it? Good. That brings me to the case of animal prints. There's absolutely no denial that own a ridiculous---and I mean a ridiculously embarrassing--amount of leopard print apparel items, accessories, shoes, boots, headbands, scarves, gloves, hats...OK. Point made.

But, I'm going to get a little hissier and mention my stupid- punch-drunk love affair with snakeskin print. And, what's better than snakeskin heels and even more relevantly, (hence: see current presidential election candidates), booooooooooooo-tays (if you're NASTY).

So, booties. Fall and fan favorite, all across the board. From lower heels to witchy woman heels. They come in fringe, velvet, animal print (duh!), classic nudes, lace-ups, crazy prints, etc.

I've been looking up--OK, stalking--snakeskin booties online. As much as I love luxury brands such as Charlotte Olympia, Christian Louboutin, etc., but a girl like this can't always splurge like that. Nor, do I see the need for it when I can find high-quality, comfort, and love for less.

Inspired by:


Friday, June 10, 2016

Over and Over Again...Not on OUR Watch.

“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.”
-Author Anne Lamott

Pardon my absence, and more so, pardon OUR language, but...DO NOT pardon our efforts to bring awareness and hopefully, change, and healing for victims! 

Come! Participate! Share! Even if you're not in New York. Create your own! I, along with many others, can help!


This, scarily and sadly, coincides with my last post (in March--I know, it's been too long, my friends) about the word:


[[Background of this particular case HERE.]]

But, even so, the absence of the word NO does not equal YES.
Just because NO isn't blatantly expressed or has stopped being expressed, that does NOT constitute consent. 

Well, my girl group, GRLCVLT, is hosting an event that has amassed HUGE support and publicity since the original idea was conceived. It began as a small group of women who planned to sit in an apartment and write complaint letters to unseat a highly unfair and unjust judge, Aaron Persky, who slapped convicted rapist, Stanford swimmer Brock Turner, with a pitiful sentence of 6 months in jail, of which he will probably only serve about three. Three months. Three measly months. And guess what Judge Persky's reasoning/defense for this "light sentence" happened to be?

"A severe impact?! A severe impact?! Isn't that typically the intent of jail time and the judicial system in impact the individual in such a way that transforms him or her (ideally)?

We should all be scratching our heads and wondering how in the heck this is continuing to not only occur but is allowed be swept aside as if this kid simply swiped a lollipop off of the deli counter? Oh, but the kid competed in the 2012 Olympic trials, so I'm really glad that we're all aware about his natural talents besides preying on unconscious or inebriated humans. He blames his actions on the prevalence of alcohol abuse on college campuses. 

If you haven't been keeping up with the "Stanford swimmer's tale," and you truly want to drive yourself nuts and poke your eyeballs out, you can catch up more HERE and HERE.

Oh, and then, there's the disgusting letter in which his father defends his actions. He's angered that his son was given actual jail time, rather than just probation, stating that the sentence was “a steep price ... for 20 minutes of action.” (See the entire article HERE)


Our event here in New York is NOT to shed any more light on or give any further energy to Brock and his ridiculous and disgusting actions. This is not about HIM. The opposite, in fact. It is to (hopefully) provoke change. We will be writing and sending letters in order to allow a more challenging, equipt judge in this area to handle such cases. Persky has proved that he is unqualified. His almost complete silence is even more disturbing. Hello, Judge? Are YOU feeling JUDGED yet? You should.

Overall, we must stay angry. Stay angry that these actions are happening daily, and for the most part, the perpetrators are walking away...without the physical, emotional, and mental waste that will remain with the victim for a lifetime.

It's time to do something. Write a letter. Write a blog. Look up cases near you. Review politicians' and judges' track records. 

Stay awake!

I'm doing my very best also to not sit back when I see and hear about humans rights' violations.

I will leave you with the most powerful statement from this entire case. It's from the victim, and my heart swells for her. 

"And finally, to girls everywhere, I am with you. On nights when you feel alone, I am with you. When people doubt you or dismiss you, I am with you. I fought everyday for you. So never stop fighting, I believe you. As the author Anne Lamott once wrote, “Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” Although I can’t save every boat, I hope that by speaking today, you absorbed a small amount of light, a small knowing that you can’t be silenced, a small satisfaction that justice was served, a small assurance that we are getting somewhere, and a big, big knowing that you are important, unquestionably, you are untouchable, you are beautiful, you are to be valued, respected, undeniably, every minute of every day, you are powerful and nobody can take that away from you. To girls everywhere, I am with you. Thank you." 

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Recreation: Coming Back to Life.


SUCH a small word.
Just two letters.


Comprised of the letters "N" and "O," one very short but VERY LOUD word. 




Hate her or love her, you surely can't deny the influence of and absolute aura of Lady Gaga, especially when she speaks on this subject....I mean belttttttttttts as the Queen can only do. 


The Lady herself performed this particular emotional ballad "Till it Happens to You" (to put it mildly) on the 2016 Oscars Awards for her song's appearance on the documentary "The Hunting Ground." Documentary and both. I'm demanding it, really, at this point. The incredible amount  of sexual assault in general--hey-aren't we ALL discussing this?!-- should be alarming enough this day and age. Truly, shouldn't we all be discussing this?! Really? Considering the amount of "equal rights" we're all striving for, working for, posting about, tweeting about...but, that's still such a joke (come on! let's be real!), and we all have to realize that at some level. Even more alarming, though? EVEN MORE?  The unreported accounts AND the lack of repercussions for those that are reported. No media attention. No justice. The victims become the perpetrators. Especially, when the actual violators are people of stature, power, money, and most notoriously, athletes or of fame. We blame the victim. She/He drank too much. She/He was known for being "slutty" or dressing immodestly. She/He purused. Wanted IT. The victim initiated the encounter, and then said "no." NO. It's a pretty easy word to understand. We've all been able to speak that one tiny, but powerful word since we were infants. We should get it by now. 

NO! NO! NO! 

Give me a break. All of the same 'ole excuses for the same despicable crimes. 

I've had enough. 

Lady Gaga's performance at the 2016 Oscars with 50 survivors of college sexual assault and rape. 

I'm posting this video and strongly, desperately encourage you to watch "The Hunting Ground," which, of course, is on Netflix for your convenience. It's pretty scary. But, this video brings me to tears. 1 in 5 undergraduate students will be sexually assaulted. So, someone you KNOW will have this occur to him or her.

I think that we can all relate, right? That feeling...That black hole of emptiness of confusion and desperation. You don't know how it feels until IT happens to you. NO matter what your IT might be. IT embodies an array of issues. We're are just try to struggle a little less, experience a little less pain, and elicit and receive more warmth and kindness. Let's try a little empathy. 

You tell me "it gets better, it gets better,

in time"

You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together,

"You'll be fine"

Tell me what the hell do you know,

What do you know,
Tell me how the hell could you know,
How! could you know

Till it happens to you, you don't know

How it feels,

How it feels.

Till it happens to you, you won't know

It won't be real

No It won't be real
Won't know how it feels.

So to answer your hypothetical question, 

"NO" doesn't seem so short and weak any longer, now does it? 


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