Annie Walton Doyle
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Annie Walton Doyle Articles
Let this idea appeal to your insubordinate nature: the world wants me to not like my face, so guess what? I’ve decided I like it. Take that, world!
Read...In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.
Read...Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.
Read...On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.
Read...It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.
Read...In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!
Read...There seems to be something about being a Millennial that is making me depressed. Our childhoods have left us particularly unprepared for the "real world."
Read...Companies — like, say, L'Oreal — wouldn’t just use the broad, vague, abstract concept of diversity (by hiring Munroe Bergdorf) to lure in customers... would they? But you have to remember — companies are about money-making first and foremost. Sometimes, they’re not really about much else.
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