mercoledì 17 dicembre 2014

First thing first

Am I reading too much into it, or are media constantly reminding us about our body and how, if we had a bigger butt we could twerk for every anaconda's pleasure, or how skinny girls are all realist witches-with-a-B, and how guys are all about that bass. 


If our body is perfect from the bottom to the top, why do we even talk about it? Or why do we need Dove real-inner-outer-natural-beauty campaign to remind us that, after all, it's our own body. And we only have this one: we can love it or change it. But this is a decision that should come from us, not from pop songs. 

/rant


venerdì 12 dicembre 2014

Be the happiest star #8 Treat yourself!



My neck hurts, my nails are a nightmare and my hair... let's not even go there. 
We all have those days where we just don't feel good in our own skin. After a full week of wonderwoman work I think we deserve to pamper ourselves a little bit, maybe with a massage, a manicure, or a new lipstick. Just a little something to show some love to ourself, because we earned it.


It doesn't have to be a luxury spa or designer shoes; one thing is to treat yourself, another is to starve for the next couple of months. But you are everything to yourself, that alone is enough.

One last thing: I promise that cookie won't change anything, except that it will make you smile.


sabato 6 dicembre 2014

What I've learned from Paris

Well well, what an awkward situation.
I waited for the best occasion to post what I've learned from my trips to Paris but, as you may have noticed, I ended up not posting it at all. Until now.




  • There is no such thing as too much gold
Gold, gold everywhere. Golden everything. Remember?


  • Museums are closed on Tuesdays
I may or may not have missed the Mona Lisa a first time because we had other things to do. And a second time because the museum was closed. And a third time because I just didn't go back to the Louvre.


  • I look French
As a good basic tourist I learned how to order drinks at Starbucks in French. Of course it doesn't take much since the names are in English, you just have to "think French". Then I gave the barista my best "I'm sorry, what?!" when she asked for my name, in French. At least it worked for 10 seconds.


  • Only because you can see it, it doesn't mean it is nearby
Every street in Paris is wide, every square is huge, and every building is majestic. So when you see something you want to go see because it looks near, by all means go! But cancel your plans for the next hour.


  • Driving around the Arc de Triomphe is pure madness
If an Italian says that, you know you have to trust me on this one. Grab some candies and/or popcorn and start socializing with the other drivers while you drive around it multiple times trying to get out at the right exit.


  • You don't slice a baguette
Picnics consist of foie gras (or a cheaper option), cheese, and a baguette. That you don't slice but break with your bare hands, and use the knife only to layer on the other ingredients.



  • Do not trust the queue!
If you have the genius idea to visit the palace of Versailles on the busiest day of the year, jump the ticket queue and enter from the exit. Karma won't get you because you still have to queue all across the front square to actually enter the castle.


  • Madeleines are ugly 
Sorry Mr. Proust, we all like them but I have to agree: compared to, well, every other French dessert, they are pretty ugly.


  • "And how do you say 'cheap' in French?" "I think... no we don't have such word."
Plot twist! They do: "bon marchè" 


  • Policemen are HOT
I'm not even kidding. Those on the streets, those at the airport, every single one is pretty good looking. Trust me on this one aswell!

lunedì 1 dicembre 2014

To be single is like walking on high heels

Sometimes you cannot agree more to a sentence and the mental "THIS^" aren't enough, so you end up posting it on your facebook AND translating it and turning it into a picture for your blog aswell.
As you guessed, this is one of those cases. And I'm not freely quoting other people because I'm super-busy and/or don't have my blog-notes with me. Trust me.


venerdì 28 novembre 2014

Make it pink! Make it blue!


Cold weather calls for multiple layers, and that means covering up as much as I can my body shape. Usually I end up looking either boxy or unbalanced because of my reckless use of short shorts throughout the year.
Some time ago I was blog hopping looking for style ideas and tips because who doesn't need them, when I came across Maya's blog and this quote made me notice that it's not the layers making me derpy or blob-ish, it's how I feel wearing them (i.e. derpy and blob-ish).
I guess the trick really is to feel comfortable wearing what you feel like, then if you find your own signature style, all the better! I'm still far from it, but I don't mind experimenting with my clothes so that how I walk and stand would match my self-confidence on a day to day basis.



venerdì 21 novembre 2014

A slice of truth

Do you want the truth?
There's no girl on this planet that eats french fries, and pizza, whose main hobby is sitting on a couch, and that still has a great ass. 
Just saying.

Tumblr users know how to make life more pastel

These days I feel rather confused by the media messages about how girls should be. GamerGirls with male friends, which means they are not stuck-up girly girls and don't care about getting their hands greasy when eating, but cool enough to have a great body and be 'unaware' of it. GirlMaster level 100.

Does anyone know a cheat code to that level or do I have to buy the next expansion?