Annie Walton Doyle

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

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."

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.

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

Sometimes with skincare, it’s the satisfying science speak which lulls you into a state of security.

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.

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

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

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!

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?