My #FashionTruth

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The fashion industry’s flaws wouldn’t matter if they didn’t have such a pervasive influence on the way we perceive ourselves. Stick-thin, six-foot-tall white teenagers, as beautiful as they are, represent only a tiny fraction of a very diverse market. And when you, equally beautiful and real, see images of that standard constantly, feelings of inadequacy can’t help but creep in. As consumers, we have a responsibility to demand what we want to see. I think that ultimately means a more diverse, confident reflection of ourselves.

As for me, being broke means I can’t afford to buy into the ever-changing fashion game right now (and I’m not the kind of girl to forgo lunch for an infinity scarf). I mainly dig through my mother’s closet for wide-legged pants and padded blouses from the 80s and 90s. I’m lucky the nineties now qualify as vintage because “vintage” sounds cooler than “old bike shorts.”

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$5 H&M crop top, $7 Payless shoes, pulled together by high-waisted burlap slacks from 1980-something

There’s something timeless about falling in love with vintage. If you glance through fashion history, you’ll find clothing that reflects the social climate of the time as well as aspirations for the future. With the first inklings of the feminist movement, corsets gave way to shift and drop waist dresses. Hemlines have soared and plummeted in unison with stock prices. As much as avant-garde has its place, current fashion has always drawn from classic ideas to inspire something new.

This is where it gets exciting. What will the fashion of the future look like? I imagine all of us gliding around in sleek, metallic gowns, flower crowns of tiny succulents adorning our heads. Or maybe we’ll draw from the Dust Bowl and restyle burlap sacks into edgy moto jackets and cigarette pants. Maybe textiles as we currently imagine them will fizzle out altogether, to be replaced by sprayed-on second skins in various animal prints and colors.

high waisted vintage pants

I like the idea that you can transform yourself through fashion. You can dabble with different identities or define your personality with the clothes you wear. Fashion allows you to be a preppy, bohemian, cowgirl, princess, punk rock chick all in the same week. I also love the idea of self-imposing a personal uniform, freeing up more mind space when you just don’t have the energy to pick a different outfit everyday.

My fashion truth is all of the above. I believe in wearing what you want when you want, stepping into character, revealing the inner you and reinventing the inner you. It’s make-believe, magic, living art, breathing in patterns, prints, textures, and lines. Operating as armor or filling in for comfort, evoking nostalgia or peeking into the future, democratized or specialized, fashion brings imagination into the everyday. That kind of power should belong to everyone.

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Be yourself. You know you want to.

Pontoon to Infinity

Last week, while visiting Montana, I sat on the edge of a massage pontoon reading an essay about infinity. I found it in a book I borrowed from my grandmother’s husband, who described the pontoon as a cross between a funeral barge and a traveling whorehouse. The essay was called “Next Step: Infinity,” by Anthony Aguirre; the book was called Future Science: Essays from the Cutting Edge. It was published in 2011, so I assume the cutting edge hasn’t inched too far forward since then.

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As I dipped my toes in the cool water, my neck burning under the high noon sun, I couldn’t help but fear lake monsters were dwelling deep below. Maybe it was the heat, the murky water, or the smell of peppermint fuming from my boyfriend’s body as he got massaged that sent my imagination into overdrive. But why shouldn’t they be hovering down there? If you believe in infinity, anything could be possible—if not in this universe, then at least in the one next door.

Let me back up a bit. There are few things as mind-boggling as the space outside of our own planet. Within each of our minds exists an equally complex reflection of the universe, which should be enough to make your brain explode. Then I imagine the possibility of multiverses and realize the infinite space we can barely imagine is only one of an infinite number of different, infinite spaces, some varying slightly with others varying drastically. Think of our entire universe as one bubble in a bottle of champagne. Make that an infinite vat of champagne.

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“Dark Murky Clouds in the Bright Milky Way” — thank you, NASA

I should start over. To give an idea of what I’m trying to wrap my head around, here are some of the most mind-blowing quotes I pulled from “Next Step: Infinity.”

Lesson 1: “A fundamental lesson of relativity theory is that there is no single objective definition of what events are happening ‘now’ across a large region” (43). You tell me this now? When this whole time I’ve been trying to “live in the now”?! I give up.

Lesson 2: “In relativity, then, space and time are interconvertible and should really be combined into ‘space-time.’ To ask what ‘space’ is like is really to ask what space-time looks like at a particular time” (45). Time is a social construct. Okay, I can jive with that.

Lesson 3: “The creation of an infinite space probably actually happens—in fact, an infinite number of times… The Big Bang is not the ‘beginning of the universe,’ just the end of our particular universe’s inflation” (47). We’re really small, aren’t we…

Lesson 4: “There are infinitely many identical copies of you, as well as infinitely many of every possible small or large variations of you, some more common than others… If these other people are identical to you, are they you?” (54). I have enough insecurities of my own to deal with. I don’t think I can handle the infinite other psycho me’s out there.

Lesson 5: “In comparison to the universe, we would not be just small but strictly zero. Yet here we are, contemplating—if not quite understanding—it all” (55). Going from small to zero does not help my ego.

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Just barely skimming the surface.

As you can see, that’s a lot of crazy shit to absorb. At the same time, the theory of infinity is so beautiful, so imaginative, it sounds like something a poet dreamed up rather than an astronomer toiling with numbers. At the same moment I sat reading Future Science on the edge of the pontoon, another, similar me could have been reading Pride and Prejudice. Or she could be diving for abalone in her universe, spared from my fear of the ocean in this universe. Or it’s possible I’m repeating a life I’ve lived a billion times before. Free will, time, space, infinity, pontoons—all things I could spend the rest of my days trying to figure out. At least some comfort exists in the possibility we’ll have more space-time than this one life to do it.

Best Pesto Ever

This recipe came together somewhat by accident. I bought a basil plant that I felt could die at any moment, and I wanted to whip up something basil-y that required a good handful of leaves. What could be better than pesto? I didn’t have pine nuts or parmesan on hand, but I did have raw cashews and nutritional yeast. This is how a delicious vegan pesto is born.

I realize now that most of the recipes I’ve posted have been vegan. While I’m not a strict vegan, I do make mostly vegan dishes in an attempt to live forever. I’m also hoping it’ll offset some of the radioactive sushi I can’t live without. I figure if you’re going to pick your poison, then at least pick one with Omega-3 fatty acids–but you do you. That’s probably the most you’ll ever hear me say about diets/lifestyles/eating plans.

pesto avocado toast

On Pinterest, you’ll find approximately 1 billion similar recipes for vegan pesto. While you can swap out some ingredients for others—a different nut or broth in place of oil—one thing you most definitely need is lemon juice. It really seals the deal on that classic pesto taste.

You’ll Need:

½ cup raw cashews

½ cup fresh basil

1 tablespoon minced garlic

2 tablespoons nutritional yeast

juice from ½ lemon

¼ cup olive oil

½ cup water

pinch of salt

a few grinds of lemon pepper

vegan cashew basil pesto

To Make:

Dump it all in a blender and grind. Taste and adjust the ingredients to your liking. Most recipes suggest you let the raw cashews soak in water for a few hours or overnight, but ain’t nobody got time for that. The pesto will taste amazing when you first blend it, and it’ll just get better after sitting a few hours in the fridge. It will also thicken up a bit.

avocado pesto toast

Drizzle it on the most incredible avocado toast you’ll ever have, drench penne with it, dress a salad with it, or eat it with a spoon. You really can’t go wrong with this pesto.

Don’t Fear the Feminist

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In high school, my brilliant history teacher asked everyone in my class to raise his/her hand if he/she considered him/herself a feminist. A couple hands shot up and some stayed glued firmly to their desks, while others, like mine, hesitantly rose halfway like a limp petunia. My teacher, patient and understanding as ever, explained that being a feminist simply means you support gender equality—that men and women should be treated as equals. That’s it. After considering this tidbit of information, we were all given a second opportunity to form a decision. Guess how many of us raised our hands the second time around.

sexist vintage ad

Just a heartwarming, vintage advertisement.

That class stands out in my memory because it forever etched in my mind the incredible power of both education and ignorance. By remaining ignorant, I was unknowingly perpetuating sexist attitudes and discriminatory behavior. By taking the time to learn a single definition, I felt confident in knowing and describing what it was I stood for.

I’m thankful I had this learning experience in high school and not in college or—even more embarrassing—as a movie star with a wide range of influence. Still, a lot of well-meaning men and women skirt around what should be a straightforward question. Look it up in the dictionary and you will find that the definition for feminism is “the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities.” When someone asks if you’re a feminist, they are asking if you believe men and women should be granted equal rights. A simple yes or no will do.

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Unfortunately, it usually ends up being more complicated than that. The word has been twisted and manipulated into having an overwhelmingly negative connotation. To shy away from the word is to dismiss the work of women who have fought for centuries to reverse oppression. While some of us may be quick to discredit the work of feminists, I doubt any modern woman would prefer living in a pre-feminist world. And by the way, fear is commonly used by the ruling power structure as a means to gain control.

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If you understand what the word means and don’t wish to identify yourself in that way, that is one hundred percent okay. But if you do enjoy the primary features of feminism (equality), please don’t go down the “I’m not a feminist, but…” route. On this point, Mary Elizabeth Williams from Salon writes, “Nobody enjoys it more when a woman says she’s not a feminist than a misogynist. Nobody gets more gloatingly self-congratulatory about it, or happier about what ‘real’ women don’t need than someone who doesn’t like women very much, especially not the uppity, outspoken, wanting pay equity and reproductive freedom types.” Distancing yourself from the label because you don’t like labels perpetuates the ignorance fogging the true definition of feminism.

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Let’s make something else very clear. Sexism is real. From blatant misogyny to the subtler effects of everyday sexism, there are countless ways in which women do not share the same rights and privileges as men. In America, women still earn less than men for the same work. Women are still struggling for the right to make decisions about their own bodies. Women have had the right to vote for a measly 94 years. In an attempt to change this oppressive system via compelling arguments and personal stories, women are all too frequently dismissed as “oversharing.” In her article, “The Feminist Writer’s Dilemma”, Laurie Penny writes that, “when men write about their experiences in a political context, it’s never called ‘confessional’—it’s just ‘literature’, or a ‘memoir’. The second is that male political experience is never coded as male—it’s just universal truth.” Uh, yeah, in that case, I’m pretty sure males of European descent have been “oversharing” since the dawn of civilization.

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It would still take me all of college to recognize what level of bullshit I could withstand before exploding with rage. I’ve tended to far too many fragile egos and allowed myself to be disrespected numerous times for the sake of avoiding confrontation. I’ve shied away from calling out misogynistic comments for fear of being called “pushy”, “bossy”, or my personal favorite, “dramatic”. This, I have since realized, was not just passive on my part, but harmful. There have been so many moments when I should have said something but didn’t, and hardly ever a time I wish I’d kept my mouth shut.

sexist vintage ad

I write these things while keeping an eye on the eggs I’m soft-boiling for my boyfriend and I. This does not make me less of a feminist. Here are a few other things that will never make me less of a feminist: wearing pink, eating and/or baking cupcakes, watching Clueless for the hundredth time, listening to Lana del Ray, talking to my puppy in a baby voice, having a boyfriend, getting married, etc. I know, it’s mind-blowing. I can do all of these fun things while believing women should be treated as human beings. That’s not something to be afraid of, is it?

feminism tshirt

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Save the Cat, the Writing Life

Since moving to L.A., I’ve been doing a lot of L.A. things. I frequent taco trucks, hike up Runyon with the dog I refer to as my son, use my scarves as home décor, and wish death upon strangers when stuck in traffic. I’ve also been writing (or at least attempting to write) a screenplay. A friend suggested I read Save the Cat by Blake Snyder, a straightforward screenwriting playbook and really the only one you’ll ever need.

save the cat

When it comes to writing “manuals,” Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird will forever and always be my go-to writing bible. But every now and then I venture out into the unknown for a different perspective on what it means to be a writer. The same week I read Snyder’s manifesto, I read The Writing Life by Annie Dillard—because let’s not forget I’m still hanging onto those highfalutin literary dreams. While technically being in the same reference genre, they couldn’t be more different in tone and content. While Snyder lays down the law, Dillard gives you a rambling, poetic illustration of great writing, something to aspire to rather than a how-to.

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Still, both of these books have an equally important purpose. Although writing a novel and a screenplay are two very different projects, you need to know the rules before you can break them. In literary writing, that means learning how to use a semicolon correctly before you can say “; to hell with it!” and start your short story with a lone, dangling semicolon. In screenwriting, that means learn the rules, play by the rules, and add a twist at the end that seems to defy the rules but doesn’t throw you off the beaten path completely—if you want to make money, of course.

Here are a few examples of what I’m talking about:

Dillard: “Few sights are so absurd as that of an inchworm leading its dimwit life… I often see an inchworm: it is a skinny bright green thing, pale and thin as a vein, an inch long, and apparently totally unfit for life in this world. It wears out its days in constant panic” (7). Making jabs at writers much? Or could she just be pointing out the futility of our existence? Either way, it’s a pretty sentence. And I like sentences.

Snyder: Other screenwriting manuals “are all so academic! So sterile. They treat the movies with waaaaaay too much awe and respect—they’re just movies!—and I think that gets in the way” (xii). Honestly, we shouldn’t take ourselves too seriously. It’s storytelling, not rocket surgery.

Dillard: Writing a book “is sufficiently difficult and complex that is engages all of your intelligence. It is life at its most free. Your freedom as a writer is not freedom of expression in the sense of wild blurting; you may not let rip” (11). Or rather, let rip all you want, but remember to rein it in and slash most of it out when you’re done.

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Working on a project with my editor.

Snyder: “You’re so involved in your scenes, you’re so jazzed about being able to tie in that symbolic motif from The Odyssey, you’ve got it all so mapped out, that you forget one simple thing: You can’t tell me what it’s about. You can’t get to the heart of the story in less than 10 minutes. Boy, are you screwed!” (4). I think this applies to pretty much all writing. If you don’t know what it’s about, whether it’s a log-line or the question that continues to gnaw at your soul, then it’s going to be hard to tell it well.

Dillard: “It takes years to write a book—between two and ten years. Less is so rare as to be statistically insignificant” (13). This makes me sigh with relief. I’ve lost a great deal of time and energy to my own self-doubt. Writing takes persistence, and still I expect to sit down at my desk and have genius pour out. Note to self: it doesn’t work that way.

Snyder: “I like Viki King’s book with the improbable title of How to Write a Movie In 21 Days. Improbable, yes, but I’ve done it—and sold the script I wrote, too” (xi). Okay, buddy.

black and white cat, shame

Dillard: “A work in progress quickly becomes feral… You must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. If you skip, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room” (52). Again, writing is putting in the work day after day while fighting off the self-doubt demons and the paralyzing fear you will never amount to anything.

Snyder: “As long as I maintain the attitude that he next script will be my best yet, and keep being excited about the process, I know I can’t fail” (144). A little arrogance may be required to write anything.

Save the Cat and The Writing Life butt heads with their two very different approaches to writing. Ultimately, though, they offer this similar message: get shit done. Follow the rules, break the rules, take your time, or pound it out—either way you have to get something down, one word at a time.