Annie Walton Doyle

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.

Take your makeup love to its logical conclusion via a sensory attack on all fronts. Smelling like old ladies' handbags and young ladies' dressing tables and powder puffs and lipstick bullets has never been so easy as it is right now. It’s the scent family I call "makeup perfume."

Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.

In much the same way I feel about my eyebrows, I feel perpetual dissatisfaction with my lips.

I think it’s safe to say that I’m coming to the end of my blond

Can you partake in the beauty industry — makeup, tutorials, magazines, and the oppressive standards they impose — and still feel good about your self-worth?

Writing my piece on the wonderful, amazing, superlative yet disappointingly evasive Seventeen Stay Time Foundation got me thinking.

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.