examines concepts of beauty and personal appearance at The Beheld. Her essays have been published in Salon, Jezebel, Glamour, and Marie Claire, among other outlets.
In an industry predicated upon acquisitional desire, it's hard to believe that Vogue's recent announcement about banning models with eating disorders will make them "ambassadors for the message of healthy body image."
Body hair contains the threat of embedded masculinity and embedded female maturity—that is, female sexuality—but damn if I see that and don't shave every day anyway.
For white people with a hidden "exotic" lineage, ethnicity is largely an internal experience—making the externalized label of "exotic" uncommonly alluring.
With the burgeoning power of women in the 1960s, someone had to find a way to neither deny the existence of women of color nor be permissive in their bid for power: enter the word "exotic."
The bad science about ovulating strippers, Hitler as shampoo spokesman, Passover manicure, and defining women's bodies by their relationship to change.
Hollywood doesn't mind having its denizens manipulate their body size to fit a role. So when a film calls for an underfed-looking performer and doesn't order a liquid diet, it sends a message.
Research has proven what college freshmen have known since the days of the "co-ed": Booze makes you think you're hot stuff. But while revealing that at the core many of us think we're ravishing, the study essentially neglects women.
The lost art of not looking good, beauty products for babies, Estee Lauder's turban, and the compelling argument for chick-watching as subversive cultural rebellion. (Early April Fool's!)