Flavor of the Week: The Polar Vortex

No way! Tom Hanks gave me a ticket to the Polar Vortex!

No way! Tom Hanks gave me a ticket to the Polar Vortex!

At first, the Polar Vortex sounds kind of fun. I imagine us all to be sipping spiked hot chocolates, boarding a train with a mustache-d conductor heading to somewhere like the North Pole. But then I realize that I’m just recreating a Disney movie in my mind and life is not but a dream.

Instead, the Polar Vortex is a brutal, brutal thing that encourages college girls to hang themselves from barren trees with their infinity scarves.

At the beginning of winter, everyone complained about the nippy chill more than usual. Everyone that wasn’t complaining about the chill insisted upon complaining about the people who were complaining about the chill. These skeptics were under the impression that everyone was just overreacting; that this winter was just as cold as any other. The complainers, skin still thin from what was left of that summer bikini body, were simply in denial of winter’s annual coming.

I wonder if the skeptics of those complaining about the cold feel like assholes now that WE’RE IN A POLAR VORTEX.

Here’s a neat list of five things you can do to stay warm:

1. Give in to that booty call (body heat).

2. Burn the keepsakes of your ex to make a bonfire. The ones you haven’t already burned.

3. Don’t get out of bed, ever. This is a great dieting technique because I would otherwise encourage working out, but haha no.

4. Watch so much Netflix while your laptop is on your lap that you get radiation poisoning!

5. Wear a Peekaru, buy a puppy/become a teen mom, and put it (or your unwilling boyfriend) inside.

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It’s My Closet, I’ll Wear White If I Want To

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Threads: Marc New York by Andrew Marc coat / Free People overalls / Lush cable knit sweater / ASH booties / Silpada turquoise ring / Grand Bazaar, Istanbul hamsa double finger ring

I believe there is only one true rule to fashion: look good.

Don’t mix prints, they said. Don’t wear silver with gold jewelry, they said. Don’t wear white after Labor Day, they said. And screw all of that bullshit, I said.

I understand why you’d want to savor your white in the trying months that your thighs are stuck together by perspiration. Fine, take advantage of all clothing light and breezy when the weather deems it appropriate. But why can’t you wear white in the winter? We don’t let Mother Nature control our menstrual cramps–we take Advil and eat chocolate for that. So why should we let her restrict the way we dress? We must create our own rebellious fashion (by wearing white in the winter, if you will). Or else, fashion will never be created. 

In order to deserve the respect of rule-breaking, then thou shalt not break the rules poorly. If you’re going to mix patterns and patches, or if you’re going to wear white in a snowstorm, then do it well. Look good.

Shot by the most fabulous Sophie Schwartz