Inherent Vices

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Abraham Maslow was an American psychologist who created a Hierarchy of Needs as a predictor for psychological health. Having studied psychology in University, I have a basic very basic understanding of what he was talking about. The first level of needs that must be met for basic survival are of course your physiological needs (breathing, food, water, shelter, sleep). Next, your safety and security needs (health, employment, social stability). Once those two levels have been fulfilled, your love and belonging needs must be met (friendship, family, imtimacy, hugz), which will lead to self-esteem fulfilment (feelin’ one hundred). And finally – once all other needs have been satisfied – then, and only then can you reach self-actualization (morality, creativity, acceptance and all that other good stuff). That’s all fine and well, but, like, what about pizza and Netflix, because I just don’t think I could live without those either. Continue reading

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Great New Music Expectations

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New releases – they make my world go round (not to mention the entertainment industry as well). I’m constantly keeping track of dates of what’s about to come out – whether it’s the next Paul Thomas Anderson movie, the premiere of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, or the upcoming designer collab with H&M. While a new release is thrilling, despite my excitement for whatever it is, you will never find me waiting in line for hours, or elbowing girls in the mall for that last Balmain sweater. However, there is one type of release I can pre-order from the comfort of my home, so even if I forget it’s coming out, I’m one of the first (of many) to experience the novelty. I speak of new music, my friends, sweet sweet new tunez.  Continue reading

Hear Me Roar

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Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me – or so the old adage goes. But what if you’ve been fooled more times than you can count? Or even worse…what if you’ve just been fooling yourself? These are the fun thoughts that run through your mind when you’re a 20-something and attempting to navigate the treacherous world of dating. “Treacherous?!”, you say, slightly baffled by my perhaps hyperbolic description of what is supposed to be a *super fun* pastime that involves drinks, laughs and suggestive glances. Exaggerate I do not. Love is indeed a battlefield, my friends. And one must share their war stories in order to get out of the trenches.  Continue reading

Fall Reading List

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Autumn has arrived – in all its chunky knits and pumpkin spiced latté glory. Praise be the season of crispness, I no longer must arrive at any given destination a perspiring disaster! Hallelujah! Fall has always been my absolute favourite season. I just love the feeling that arrives once summer has come to an end (for the most part – I will miss patio season and do not welcome the ghoulish pallor my skin will soon take on). To me autumn ushers in an abundance of soup (#1 food), strolls on cool nights, and new beginnings. Despite my school days being long behind me, that spark of productivity is still present every September. The benefit of that lingering feeling being there, but not actually being an enrolled student? You can add whatever you want to your ‘to-do’ list and complete it at your own pace. No grades. No deadlines. No crotchety profs breathing down your neck. The first thing I must begin to tackle using the motivation sprung from my phantom academic limb is the fresh pile of books I’ve added to my shelf.  Continue reading

Stuck In My Head Pt.1

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I don’t consider myself a particularly unfocused individual, but when it comes to my taste in music – I’m easily swayed and suffer (though the affliction is a positive one) from mild TADD (Tunez Attention Deficit Disorder). While I am convicted in stance as to what I like and dislike, the genre and vibe can change at any given moment. Sometimes I’m a pretentious asshole and presume I won’t be *into* a catchy pop tune, but next thing you know – I’m boppin’ along to Selena with the best of them and this top 40 hit has become my anthem. Other times I think I’m *over* electronic dancey beats – but sure enough, an interesting synth or drum sample makes its way into a DJ’s latest track and I’m hooked all over again. It’s probably best to approach music with a sense of fluidity – this way you experience new sounds and are privy to a wide range of ear candy. Here’s a playlist of what I currently cannot stop listening to.  Continue reading

Treat Yo’ Self: Naked Beauty Bar

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As I have previously proclaimed on many occasions – I am not a fan of being poked, prodded, and rubbed pampered. Do I like getting my hair cut? Of course I do, I’m not a complete heathen. But do I like getting my head massaged before partaking in said cut? The answer is a big – HELL NO. What about manicures, you ask? Well, I gave them a try once in the 9th grade – but the 40-something manicurist, Jimmy, and his long-haired mole combined with the film of nail dust coating every surface of the salon made for a truly horrifying experience. At the beginning of the summer, however, I noticed that a pristinely lovely salon had opened up in my neighbourhood. I knew it was time to face my fear, and offer myself up for a new manicure experience. Turned out, it wasn’t scary at all – in fact, it was quite wonderful. Let me introduce you to Naked Beauty Bar. Continue reading

Girl Band Hopeful

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My sweet mother is constantly calling me out for not having a hobby. “I like fashion, reading, movies, TV, music, *blogging*, eating ‘n cooking, exercising, partying, and doodling! Doesn’t that count?!” I retort with the exasperated angst of my teenage glory. In a way, I guess she is kind of right. I suppose a true hobby is something that lies outside the realm of just plain interests, something that you put your precious time into, and something that you are constantly learning, growing with, and improving on. At the beginning of the summer I hoped to pick up a new hobby, and ladies and gentleman – I have finally landed on a winner – I’m going to learn electric guitar and it’s all thanks to the inspiration that my favourite girl bands have provided me. Continue reading

The Pinhead and Doodad Club

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Exhibit A: When we were kids we collected all sorts of trinkets and doodads to adorn our possessions with. We had patches, pins, and stickers coming out of our ears (and probably stuck all over our faces too). Exhibit B: Trends are cyclical. Ipso facto – patches, pins, and other quirky ‘n fun accessories are back with a vengeance and taking the millennial cohort by storm. The world is full of dreamy denim jackets, and totally rad totes, just waiting to be decorated with whimsical and quirky what-nots. Thank the accessory heavens that there are so many wonderful pin makers, patch crafters, and tote masters to choose from!  Continue reading

An Ode To Spooky Tunez

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Since a young age I’ve had a strong affinity towards spooky music. I can remember being around the age of 4 or 5, and lying on the floor of my grandmother’s living room, listening to the creepiest children’s song ever – Skin and Bones by Raffi. I absolutely loved it. From my position on the carpet I would make ghostly movements with my fingers and arms, and thoroughly creep myself out listening to the lyrics that described graveyards and bones laying around – but it made no difference – I’d ask to have the song played again, absolutely delighted. Recently I was at a music festival enjoying some of said spooky music when a friend, less enthralled by the glory that is this genre, skeptically (though gently) asked what this type of music was called. Of course I turned to the ever wonderful *spooky* adjective, going on to paint a fuller picture of the sounds we were experiencing by tying in haunted house and Blair Witch imagery. I’m not sure my explanation was very convincing, but it certainly sent chills up my spine. In my mind – the more goosebumps, the better. Here’s a playlist of some of my very favourite spooky tunez.  Continue reading

Whassin My Bag?

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After spending a few summers cramming as many music festivals as my wallet/calendar permits, I think I’ve learned a thing or two. This isn’t my first rodeo, as they say in the Wild West. For starters, it pays to make friends with those around you – they may offer to save your spot while you dart to the port-o-potty or give you a boost on their shoulders if you happen to be vertically challenged (such as myself). Also, do not make the mistake of wearing flimsy or uncomfortable shoes – you’re going to be dancing around like a maniac, people stepping on your feet, and may have to deal with a muddy terrain. Don’t be one of the cursed few whose poor sandal gets left behind in a puddle of mud – a Cinderella situation is unlikely to result. Finally, do not go in with the misconception that your brassiere is a safe place to hide things – security is going to grope and snap it whether you’re warned or not – so not worth it. Perfecting the packing of your bag for the day is also of great importance – here’s a list of must-brings to get you through any festival day – come hell or high water.  Continue reading