Annie Walton Doyle

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

It’s a prime example of what I’ve known all along: that the true crime interest and the niceness of a person are not mutually exclusive.

Yes, PMS is real. No, women are not just making it up. Here are a bunch of natural remedies, tips, and tricks to make PMS less miserable.

Many criticize Geordie Shore as entertainment in its lowest form: fights, drinking, people falling over, nudity, swearing, and “bucking” (sexual intercourse). Yet, to me, it is so much more than that. As a fully qualified human woman, I can’t help myself analyzing the show through feminist-tinted glasses. The decisions and attitudes of the “family” represent, to me, a new kind of feminism.

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

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

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

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

The wonderful thing about knitting is that it combines mindfulness with mindlessness. You have to concentrate, sure, but you can easily lose yourself.

Remember at the start of the year, when we all watched a teenager with a mouth full of Juvaderm bizarrely reclining in front of a fire that looks l