Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Monday, January 30, 2017
overheard things today
what have you been up to?
"work vibes"
we're from the church of scientology
"oh that's chill. I'm also into spirituality."
that field must be so interesting.
"yeah it's crazy......there's like so much to it.....but like so little too. I used to work for Tai Lopez."
I could keep going, but I won't.
"work vibes"
we're from the church of scientology
"oh that's chill. I'm also into spirituality."
that field must be so interesting.
"yeah it's crazy......there's like so much to it.....but like so little too. I used to work for Tai Lopez."
I could keep going, but I won't.
Monday, December 19, 2016
Anderson Cooper's previous Grindr matches who are now CNN Anchors
Derek van Dam
Anderson and Derek matched online a couple of months ago. They were each delighted to finally meet someone who didn't just want to go to The Spotted Pig and chow down burgers. Anderson and Derek had a mutual understanding of what they wanted out of their relationship, foreplay at a stuffy bar followed by corporate sex. They opted for The Boom Boom Room at the Standard in the West Village to try something new. A combination of the Robin Thicke song on blast with their hard martinis made them check out a suite--they had a blast. Every once in a while they'll run into each other at work and Derek will give Anderson a friendly tap on the ass which makes Andy blush. One time Derek convinced Anderson to give him head in the electrical closet. They couldn't be more satisfied with their professional sex situation.
Victor Blackwell
Victor was one of Anderson's matches in the early days of Grindr, back when it was clean. They met up for dinner on a rainy night in NYC; Anderson made the compromise to meet at Victor's favorite Moroccan spot in Williamsburg, Cafe Mogador. As Anderson stepped out of his black car Victor knew that he and the Vanderbilts were worlds apart. During dinner, the tagine special Victor ordered finally broke down the ice cold stare in Anderson's eyes. Victor warmed up to him and they spoke about their mutual passion to end world hunger. As Victor went on about his days as a volunteer in Rwanda, Anderson knew he was too special to be just a fuck buddy. The next day he set up an interview at CNN for Victor.
Carl Azuz
Well, Carl is the ultimate scum of Grindr. For starters, he used a picture of himself from the tender age of 23 (which of course is a soft spot for Anderson) and he has genital herpes. This facade led Anderson to take the alleged young man for a treat at the newly opened Polo Bar, but alas...not only did Carl look well into his 40s, he looked fucking broke and utterly humiliated Anderson at The Polo Bar. Ever since then Anderson has lost his reserved table there and all credibility in the eyes of Mr. Lauren. After dinner Carl pushed himself on to Anderson while he still had bacon fat stuck in his teeth from the humble BLT sandwich on the menu that no one is actually supposed to order. Luckily, the uber X Anderson ordered for Carl (what a gentleman!) came right on time and he never contracted herpes. The next morning Anderson noticed his wallet was missing and the next month Carl coincidentally landed a job at CNN (ironically as the host for CNN Student News --perv..).
Chris Cuomo
Anderson and Chris met just as Anderson was losing hope in the world of Grindr. On paper they were perfect for each other; they shopped at the same farmers market, preferred Donna Karan bedding over Calvin Klein, and are mutually conflicted about their memberships at David Barton Gym and Equinox...They messaged back and forth for a month and a half about everything from their troubled childhood to their work goals and aspirations for having a family one day. Anderson had been traveling for a CNN special on the Syrian Refugee Crisis which prolonged their meeting and ultimately made things even more special. Two months later, Chris reserved a table for two at Jean-Gorges (they have since boycotted this location, as it is located in Trump Tower, ABC Kitchen will do for now). Anderson got off work early and was so antsy he decided to walk the one block from his work to the restaurant just this once. By the time he got there Chris was just ordering a glass of viognier at the bar, they caught eyes--it was at this moment they realized, while they were both decent power bottoms, they were mere bottoms at the end of the day. They were so excited about all they had in common that they never talked about sex; because for bottoms like themselves, discussing the thread count of their sheets is the equivalent of sext-foreplay. Upon this realization, Anderson lagged and turned the dinner into just drinks at the bar. A few weeks later, Anderson messaged Chris that he missed him--they became brunch partners since.
Jim Acosta
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Okay, I know what you're thinking, there's no way Jim Acosta is gay and there's no way he is on Grindr. The latter is true, however the former...Technically Jim and Anderson met in the pre-Grindr era. It was Anderson's last year at Dalton and Jim was visiting his Cuban relatives who reside in Jersey; his cousin however was on scholarship at Dalton. On a late July night Jim's cousin took him to a Dalton party where he and Anderson met. Anderson hadn't come out of the closet but butt play was second nature at Dalton and Jim was horny (although 14, he had quite the amount of testosterone). Anderson fed Jim just two beers and the job was done. Their "bathroom" encounter was brief but taught Jim a very important lesson for years to come about his prostate.
Anderson and Derek matched online a couple of months ago. They were each delighted to finally meet someone who didn't just want to go to The Spotted Pig and chow down burgers. Anderson and Derek had a mutual understanding of what they wanted out of their relationship, foreplay at a stuffy bar followed by corporate sex. They opted for The Boom Boom Room at the Standard in the West Village to try something new. A combination of the Robin Thicke song on blast with their hard martinis made them check out a suite--they had a blast. Every once in a while they'll run into each other at work and Derek will give Anderson a friendly tap on the ass which makes Andy blush. One time Derek convinced Anderson to give him head in the electrical closet. They couldn't be more satisfied with their professional sex situation.
Victor Blackwell
Victor was one of Anderson's matches in the early days of Grindr, back when it was clean. They met up for dinner on a rainy night in NYC; Anderson made the compromise to meet at Victor's favorite Moroccan spot in Williamsburg, Cafe Mogador. As Anderson stepped out of his black car Victor knew that he and the Vanderbilts were worlds apart. During dinner, the tagine special Victor ordered finally broke down the ice cold stare in Anderson's eyes. Victor warmed up to him and they spoke about their mutual passion to end world hunger. As Victor went on about his days as a volunteer in Rwanda, Anderson knew he was too special to be just a fuck buddy. The next day he set up an interview at CNN for Victor.
Carl Azuz
Well, Carl is the ultimate scum of Grindr. For starters, he used a picture of himself from the tender age of 23 (which of course is a soft spot for Anderson) and he has genital herpes. This facade led Anderson to take the alleged young man for a treat at the newly opened Polo Bar, but alas...not only did Carl look well into his 40s, he looked fucking broke and utterly humiliated Anderson at The Polo Bar. Ever since then Anderson has lost his reserved table there and all credibility in the eyes of Mr. Lauren. After dinner Carl pushed himself on to Anderson while he still had bacon fat stuck in his teeth from the humble BLT sandwich on the menu that no one is actually supposed to order. Luckily, the uber X Anderson ordered for Carl (what a gentleman!) came right on time and he never contracted herpes. The next morning Anderson noticed his wallet was missing and the next month Carl coincidentally landed a job at CNN (ironically as the host for CNN Student News --perv..).
Chris Cuomo
Anderson and Chris met just as Anderson was losing hope in the world of Grindr. On paper they were perfect for each other; they shopped at the same farmers market, preferred Donna Karan bedding over Calvin Klein, and are mutually conflicted about their memberships at David Barton Gym and Equinox...They messaged back and forth for a month and a half about everything from their troubled childhood to their work goals and aspirations for having a family one day. Anderson had been traveling for a CNN special on the Syrian Refugee Crisis which prolonged their meeting and ultimately made things even more special. Two months later, Chris reserved a table for two at Jean-Gorges (they have since boycotted this location, as it is located in Trump Tower, ABC Kitchen will do for now). Anderson got off work early and was so antsy he decided to walk the one block from his work to the restaurant just this once. By the time he got there Chris was just ordering a glass of viognier at the bar, they caught eyes--it was at this moment they realized, while they were both decent power bottoms, they were mere bottoms at the end of the day. They were so excited about all they had in common that they never talked about sex; because for bottoms like themselves, discussing the thread count of their sheets is the equivalent of sext-foreplay. Upon this realization, Anderson lagged and turned the dinner into just drinks at the bar. A few weeks later, Anderson messaged Chris that he missed him--they became brunch partners since.
Jim Acosta
Okay, I know what you're thinking, there's no way Jim Acosta is gay and there's no way he is on Grindr. The latter is true, however the former...Technically Jim and Anderson met in the pre-Grindr era. It was Anderson's last year at Dalton and Jim was visiting his Cuban relatives who reside in Jersey; his cousin however was on scholarship at Dalton. On a late July night Jim's cousin took him to a Dalton party where he and Anderson met. Anderson hadn't come out of the closet but butt play was second nature at Dalton and Jim was horny (although 14, he had quite the amount of testosterone). Anderson fed Jim just two beers and the job was done. Their "bathroom" encounter was brief but taught Jim a very important lesson for years to come about his prostate.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Top 5 Foods That Help You Poop
5.) Chia Seeds--empty a fuck ton of these in your water (preferably alkaline) (preferably over 1.5 liters) and let that shit sit there for about half an hour (or 1 hour) and drink it fast like *tsssssss*
OR sprinkle it on a food of your choice..OR grind finely and sniff accordingly.
4.) POPcorn--I'm actually not sure how this works but I remember getting the worst stomach ache one time when I was watching Sweet Home Alabama at the Century City (rip old century city)AMC Movie Theater, (I was about 7 years old) and I realized Al Gore was sitting in front of me. The whole time I kept thinking please don't fart Millie what if Al smells it, you'll have no chance of ever holding public office!! After this I never ate popcorn until my beautiful friend reminded me that it helps you go to the bathroom.. (of course I had mentally blocked this information since I had a fear of bowel movements as a child)
3.) FLAXSEEDS OR ANYTHING WITH FLAX IN IT-- I cannot stress enough how much flax seeds have changed my life..I will pretty much dump that shit on everything. Usually people know that you're using it for pooping purposes and when people see me abusing it they give me dirty looks but I don't care anymore. I've gotten to the point in my life where I think I'm hot enough to talk about poop. I thought it was the most vile thing growing up (to the point where I was ashamed to let it out) but really the only vile thing is people who don't talk about it because we all know your poop probably just looks unhealthy-sorry!
2.) KALE or anything dark, green, and bitter. A wise prophet once told me to eat a pound, poop a pound. Your poop is what you eat. Kale is packed with fiber and is amazing for your skin. If you didn't figure pooping is literally the act of your body ridding of toxins and guess what that also clears your skin..
1.) BEETS. "Do you think you're betterave alone?" -Alice Beetjay. Holy fucking shit. I don't even know where to begin. You know what, I don't know why beets fuck your shit up so much, but they do. Also I used to hate beets when I was younger and my rule is if I used to hate it, it probably makes you poop. Beets by far beat (so sorry unintentional pun) everything on this list but I'm not sure in a good way..If you wan't to be normal, eat a lot of bitter greens everyday and your bowel movements will be regular. However if you want your shit to be fucked up and you have time to hang out by the toilet (not on the toilet--beware hemorrhoid, etc) eat 1 serving of beets (preferably cooked--although juice works for some people) and let the magic begin.
p.s. if you see red or purple don't go on web m.d. or take shitpics (unless you're into that) our bodies cannot process the color of beets so it literally goes out just as it came in.
OR sprinkle it on a food of your choice..OR grind finely and sniff accordingly.
4.) POPcorn--I'm actually not sure how this works but I remember getting the worst stomach ache one time when I was watching Sweet Home Alabama at the Century City (rip old century city)AMC Movie Theater, (I was about 7 years old) and I realized Al Gore was sitting in front of me. The whole time I kept thinking please don't fart Millie what if Al smells it, you'll have no chance of ever holding public office!! After this I never ate popcorn until my beautiful friend reminded me that it helps you go to the bathroom.. (of course I had mentally blocked this information since I had a fear of bowel movements as a child)
3.) FLAXSEEDS OR ANYTHING WITH FLAX IN IT-- I cannot stress enough how much flax seeds have changed my life..I will pretty much dump that shit on everything. Usually people know that you're using it for pooping purposes and when people see me abusing it they give me dirty looks but I don't care anymore. I've gotten to the point in my life where I think I'm hot enough to talk about poop. I thought it was the most vile thing growing up (to the point where I was ashamed to let it out) but really the only vile thing is people who don't talk about it because we all know your poop probably just looks unhealthy-sorry!
2.) KALE or anything dark, green, and bitter. A wise prophet once told me to eat a pound, poop a pound. Your poop is what you eat. Kale is packed with fiber and is amazing for your skin. If you didn't figure pooping is literally the act of your body ridding of toxins and guess what that also clears your skin..
1.) BEETS. "Do you think you're betterave alone?" -Alice Beetjay. Holy fucking shit. I don't even know where to begin. You know what, I don't know why beets fuck your shit up so much, but they do. Also I used to hate beets when I was younger and my rule is if I used to hate it, it probably makes you poop. Beets by far beat (so sorry unintentional pun) everything on this list but I'm not sure in a good way..If you wan't to be normal, eat a lot of bitter greens everyday and your bowel movements will be regular. However if you want your shit to be fucked up and you have time to hang out by the toilet (not on the toilet--beware hemorrhoid, etc) eat 1 serving of beets (preferably cooked--although juice works for some people) and let the magic begin.
p.s. if you see red or purple don't go on web m.d. or take shitpics (unless you're into that) our bodies cannot process the color of beets so it literally goes out just as it came in.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
The Drift from Couture to Ready-to-Wear: Fashion in 2016
The popularization of the sample size after World War II permanently altered the fashion industry as we know it and made high fashion accessible to larger audiences. Aside from the influence World War I and II had on American fashion, European fashion houses (i.e., Chanel, Schiaparelli, Vionnet) gained traction and heavily influenced the fashion scene in America. Fashion houses were expected to produce a fall collection and a summer collection, or a winter and summer collection--two collections per year. Aside from the obvious change of expectations the fashion industry has for fashion houses today, we first need to address the definition of said "fashion houses" of our time. Traditionally, fashion houses referred to a single designer who operated a couturier producing hand sewn couture. Towards the late 20th century many fashion houses divided into two parts which included, a couture line and a ready-to-wear line. As time progressed, the initial focus on couture swayed to ready-to-wear, as the "rewards" for catering to the masses became greater. Ready-to-wear also known as "fast fashion" is faster to think therefor cheaper materials, cheaper labor, and overall cheaper manufacturing. While fast fashion is realistic and obviously a necessity, it should stay as the focus for brands (historically) like Levi's or (contemporary) like American Apparel.
Currently, traditional fashion houses that were once prided on their precise couture collections are now ran by large teams of "designers" focusing on mass production. The control of creative direction being under so many designers makes it impossible to believe that they all have the same vision, and more importantly that they can work together in maintaining the image the fashion house created while still producing innovative collections. A good example of this would be the fashion house of Dior. When Raf Simons resigned as creative director in 2015, Dior took many months to replace the creative director. However during this time Dior had been releasing "cruise" and "resort" collections. Christian Dior who founded this fashion house redefined elegance throughout the 1940s-50s with a reputation of creating the finest hems, cuts and silhouettes. To release collections without any vision and announcing new faces of the brand (Rihanna, Bella Hadid) without a creative director is not only depreciating the brand but leading a bad example in the industry. However, the fashion houses are not solely to blame. Mass conglomerates like LVMH, in which brands like Dior, Gucci, Marc Jacobs, Louis Vuitton operate under, have implemented pressure on these fashion houses to rapidly produce collections which are lacking substance and vision in light of the realization of the financial benefits of mass production. This pressure has unfortunately spread to the rest of the fashion industry resulting in careless collections built on minute trends and social media. Legendary designers like Thierry Mugler bid farewell to their companies as the fashion industry primarily focused on mass production of ready-to-wear. The corporate nature of the industry has shunned creativity and individuality leaving young, talented designers in the dark without a platform to connect to, aspire to, and one day be part of.
While there is no one solution, I'd like to make a suggestion, please keep your fast fashion goals out of the iconic fashion houses or they may cease to exist as iconic! As for the dangers of labor behind fast fashion, keep it local and keep brands small.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
omg University of Michigan
Spending junior year traveling abroad
Cheese makes me sophisticated
Have I shown you this bikini pic
Let's get keratin treatment before we go to europe I don't think they have blow bar there
Beer pic
I love your cross shoulder purse turned clutch
Clubbing
bread
Omg traveling abroad was like life changing so spiritual
I am so much smarter than everyone cause I ate cheese and got drunk 24/7 with the same people I've known my whole life
I am so mature
Let me look for a husband now
Ugh he's not paying enough attention to me let me hit up my ex and the 3 guys I flaked on from tinder
I love my boyfriend
Joans pic! chinese chicken salad
Oops! He cheated on me. I forgot I also have to start a career after college
How about physicians assistant?
Or daddy could get me an internship at William Morris Endeavor
uh oh fucke d my coworker
I'm sure my parents will get me an apartment at the Palazzo!
I hope there's soul cycle around there
How else will I meet guys if I don't have an excuse to wear lululemon ??
Jk who needs an excuse to wear lululemon
maybe i'll skip cycling and just go to whole foods in leggings
wow sleazy much! this pervert just hit on me
Spending junior year traveling abroad
Cheese makes me sophisticated
Have I shown you this bikini pic
Let's get keratin treatment before we go to europe I don't think they have blow bar there
Beer pic
I love your cross shoulder purse turned clutch
Clubbing
bread
Omg traveling abroad was like life changing so spiritual
I am so much smarter than everyone cause I ate cheese and got drunk 24/7 with the same people I've known my whole life
I am so mature
Let me look for a husband now
Ugh he's not paying enough attention to me let me hit up my ex and the 3 guys I flaked on from tinder
I love my boyfriend
Joans pic! chinese chicken salad
Oops! He cheated on me. I forgot I also have to start a career after college
How about physicians assistant?
Or daddy could get me an internship at William Morris Endeavor
uh oh fucke d my coworker
I'm sure my parents will get me an apartment at the Palazzo!
I hope there's soul cycle around there
How else will I meet guys if I don't have an excuse to wear lululemon ??
Jk who needs an excuse to wear lululemon
maybe i'll skip cycling and just go to whole foods in leggings
wow sleazy much! this pervert just hit on me
Saturday, September 17, 2016
einstein's dreams reassembled
They live quietly
Now and then, some cosmic disturbance will cause a rivulet of time to turn away from the mainstream, to make connection back stream
They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats
each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.
They delight in events not forecasted, happenings without explanation, retrospective
If time and the passage of events are the same, then time moves barely at all
time skips ahead without looking back
it is instantly obvious that something is odd
Now and then, some cosmic disturbance will cause a rivulet of time to turn away from the mainstream, to make connection back stream
They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats
each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.
They delight in events not forecasted, happenings without explanation, retrospective
If time and the passage of events are the same, then time moves barely at all
time skips ahead without looking back
it is instantly obvious that something is odd
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