Annie Walton Doyle

You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.

In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!

Is there any makeup as synonymous with the twenty-teens as eyebrows?

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

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

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

Being a Drag Queen isn't one-size-fits-all femininity. Not all real life women are glamorous and fabulous at all times, nor should we feel we have to be.

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