Annie Walton Doyle

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

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

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

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

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.

Do you have a good side? I definitely don’t have a preferred “side.” I am sometimes pictures of myself for my job, and I don’t know which side is better.

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

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."

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.

I love spending money like a total asshole as much as the next woman. But sometimes, a cheap thrill is the most thrilling thrill of all.