It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness… It was the time I wished more people would shut up. Maybe it’s the political climate. Maybe it’s internet troll culture. Maybe it’s — in my personal life, at least — publicly doing something people love to share … Keep reading…
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The last time I remember wearing fishnets, they were part of a sexy nurse costume I wore for Halloween when I was 21. To be honest, I assumed that’s where fishnets would live for me in my adult life: Halloween, and Halloween alone. And then they came back in style. Fishnets under distressed jeans. Fishnets with shorts. Hell, fishnet long-sleeved shirts came … Keep reading…
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And here I thought spring had sprung! Despite several days in the almost-80s, St. Louis is back to the high 30s and low 40s, which means I’m still rocking my pullovers and boots. I shouldn’t complain much—don’t yell at me, but I actually prefer cooler weather—but I am growing tired of needing all types of clothing clean and available at all times. … Keep reading…
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Even though it isn’t how we met, the punk scene brought my husband and I together. For years we circled around each other—quite literally, at the same venues, at the same shows, and often with me on the floor and him on the stage—before finally meeting and quickly falling in love, as if all those years so close had been our earliest … Keep reading…
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