Thank you for introducing me to Malori Maeva because she is freaking cool. Por ejemplo: she quit her day job and started her own floral business. It’s like my dream…only, you know, if I had a sustainable idea for a business. Segundo: she’s got a great blog (which Ginger readers may recognize from a list of my favorite reads). Most of all, she’s my kind of girls’ girl – not too frilly and willing to embrace the messy.
If you’re not already, be sure to check out the renegade florist (tell me that’s not the greatest job title you’ve ever heard) on Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter or her business (Hoot & Holler) Twitter. If you’re in Arizona and looking for a florist or want to learn how to make a romantic flower crown, call Mal!
If you were a stripper, what would your signature song be?
“Flawless” by Beyoncé or “Gold on the Ceiling” by the Black Keys.
Perhaps by now you’ve seen the Fat Girl Tinder Date video that’s gone viral. The auteurs deem a the video social experiment – apparently the number one fear of men in the online dating scene is to realize their date is fat – but I think it’s the latest in a string of experiments (et tu, Meredith Viera!) designed to incite faux outrage and shock.
If you haven’t seen the video, allow me to recap.
Step 1: Boy schedules date with skinny, hot, blonde chick he met on Tinder.
Step 2: Hot chick dresses up in fat suit.
Step 3: Boy gets pissed that fat chick at scheduled date does not look like the hot chick he saw on Tinder.
Step 4: Girl is shocked when boy is rude.
Never mind that anyone essentially tricked into meeting someone in whom they have no interest allowed to be angry and confused. Never mind that engaging in that behavior is unfair to all parties involved.
The truest way to experience what it’s like to be fat on Tinder isn’t to trick some jackass into meeting you – the worst thing any of the guys in the video did was excuse himself to the bathroom and never return – it’s to put yourself out there and see what messages you find every day. Vulgar messages are a given on Tinder no matter how you look, but it seems that bigger girls aren’t worth even the thin veil of tact.
Be your own.
Your own muse. Your own reason. Your own savior. Your own companion. Find whatever it is you need within yourself and think of the others who help inspire those feelings within you as a bonus. No one can live up to the expectation you’ve set on them to show you the world. No one should!
I’ve been a fan of RuPaul since the fifth grade, when he popped up in The Brady Bunch Movie
and essentially introduced the concept of werk
to the masses. (Side note: if you aren’t familiar with Ru, immediately find and listen to his episode of WTF with Marc Maron
. Seriously, go now. I’ll wait.)
Sure, Bitch can put on a show but, to me, the most exciting part of RuPaul has always been his message
If you can’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?