Jess Lahitou

What do you say? What do you say when the unthinkable happens?

Welcome To #RavsRecs, a look inside the lives (and minds) of your Ravishly staffers, with a list of things that are probably unnecessary but definitely awesome.

Let’s break this down for Spicer.

Will every story that Trump doesn’t approve of get the “fake news” label, its authors permanently blacklisted forever?

That Christmas Eve in Vegas changed me for life. I’ve tried to remember not to deny myself the things I love about the holiday.

So I’m writing today from Elevation 8,080 ft., here in Avon, Colorado.

Throughout this long and increasingly nightmarish primary season, an argument emerged from Republican candidates who were routinely getting their butts handed to them by Donald Trump.

The 2016 election has, for a while now, felt eerily akin to 1984 (lots ‘o doublespeak coming out of Trump and his supporters). Or The Hunger Games, to take a more recent example of dystopian genre fiction. Wherein, government becomes solely about politics and the media spectacle, rather than actual policies and ideas.

Because it looms a mere three days away, the subject of President-elect’s inauguration is a media fascination. Will there be protests?

That’s what Syria is — our morally bankrupt foreign policy, impossible to escape, impossible to fix.