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2:99 Happy. Hungry. Vain.



Hello, little gremlins. Spring has (almost barely not quite) arrived; speedy and surefooted as an octogenarian marathon runner, and just as alluring in bike shorts . Though surely fecund with inspiration beneath the dusty layers of…old… this winter’s been a tough nut to crack, eh?


I owe you all a legitimate confession re: why I appear to have become a fatalist as of late — but not today. Today we’re sitting in the shallow end of the baby pool where we babies are permitted to discuss three things and three things ONLY:  boyz springtime food, beauty and sunshiney doings that could put the proverbial spring back in our collective step. As such, I am hereby instituting the Happy. Hungry. Vain Series.

Happy (aforementioned sunshiney doings):

  • I am blessed with art. Everywhere. In the past week, I’ve played cultured groupie to a Swedish Gypsy Rap Band; a ballet that half-served as a reinterpretation of Edward Gorey illustrated stories, half-served as an ode to Freddy Mercury; artist in residence at Comfort Station, Renee Robbins…  and Ann Patchett. As a result, I’m inspired to channel my inner Muppets Chef/Macklemore, don my pilgrim-goth cloak, and write the next great American novel.
  • I’ve been making again. With the advent of spring, my twitchy fingers tromp my inherent sloth. Amidst the pictorially alluded to flower crowns, sketches and Barbie ™ Carcass Couture that I’m always kinda workin’ on, I’m painting couple portraits of all of my friends who are marrying one another. I’m 26. There’s an engagement epidemic… if you’re newly infected, I can tell you right now: you’re getting a charming couple characterization (oil on canvas) by Rose. OH, and I’m working on a burlesque revival piece on the women’s suffrage movement with Lingerie Lyrique. Normal.  (You can see us at the {she crew} Sadie Hawkins dance on Friday!)
  • New friends. Blooming the world over like loamy dandelion fluff. Smooch.


  • Feeling rawful. If you’ve been reading for a while, you know that I eat very healthily and very vegan-ly… but this past winter; somewhere between “I can’t feel my ears” and “All of my loungewear is crusted in cat hair…. meh,” I got a little heavy handed with the oil/salt/nuts/other necessary hibernate-y evil edibles. I also succumbed to buying a LOT of meals out because… convenience and cold… so now I’m broke and craving raw food. I’ve been carting a liter of homemade green juice in an air tight mason jar to work every day, and pretty much exclusively feasting on raw fruits, veggies and (cooked) quinoa — simultaneously simplifying things at the grocery store and making me feel like a rawk star. There are no Draconian regulations to my little “cleanse”. I will keep it up as long as I feel like keeping it up — but if you’re cute and you want to treat me to a taco or a whiskey sour: yes. A thousand times yes.


  • I’m really gonna do it. I’m really gonna dye my hair lavender, and you can’t stop me! (Said the tween rebel.) Like a matte platinum – lavender. Sometimes I pin about it.
  • Grease lightning. I mentioned this here, but oil pulling truly is everything it’s cracked up to be. My teeth are dramatically whiter, which makes sense… but also, my skin is clearer. Like way clearer. My understanding is this: your mouth is an open wound/a makeout party for feculent, fecund young microbes/a fermenting orifice of scum and rot #kissme. Oil pulling cleans the surface area of your mouth (i.e. NOT your gum’s crevices. You still gotta brush and floss that sh*t out, ya dig?) really effectively, so your body has time to remedy your second coming of puberty skin situation, and all of your other… situations. Swish for 20 minutes then spit it out in the garbage can. Voila. You’re perfect.
  • Treat yo’self. I’ve been to two beauty events this past week, for Sephora and Sun Times Splash, and was reminded that some amount of pampering is good for the soul. I might allocate some portion of my tax refund to pedicures… and massages! And blue mascara! Anyway, we’re babes. Never forget it.

Post your own Happy. Hungry. Vain list! And gimme your thoughts in the comments! More to come from me, lovebugs.


Author: twitchysister

Hey you! is largely devoted to musings on what balance means to an urbane, artsy-fartsy twenty-something. It’s tough out here for us post-grad women: if you’re not homeless, you’re doing something right. But do you, too, worry that you spend too much time furrowing your brows over your future when you should be unwrapping and relishing your present? Do you, like me, sometimes feel like everyone expects you to be the type of person who spends the majority of her entry-level “arts” paycheck on fifteen dollar old-timey cocktails, four a.m. cab rides home and everything sequined on the Urban Outfitters sale rack when, perhaps, you are really the type of person who would rather drink cucumber mint kale juice while wearing yoga pants and Googling reiki techniques? Is it possible that such a person is one and the same, and she is fabulous in her own, very confused right? Sister girl, I hear you. I know you. I accept you. I also know in my happy gut, full heart and coffee-addled brain that you and I are gorgeous glow worms, just as we are! We are sparkle ponies of light and love and we are still in the process of teasing out our true, authentic selves with all of this… living. So if you don’t have it figured out, if you acknowledge that you never will and that is tremendously exciting, if you want to connect with other smart chicks and tap into that charming inner-self of yours, then come back real soon, ya hear? We’re family now!

16 thoughts on “2:99 Happy. Hungry. Vain.

  1. Finally- someone else who has actually done oil pulling, How long did you do the it before you noticed results? I lasted 9 days- teeth were slightly brighter, but I didn’t notice any health benefits related to skin, headaches, etc. thanks, Rosie Glow!!!

    • Mrs. Pumo!!! I’ve been doing it for about 3 weeks… and I’ve taken a few days off here and there. I started noticing that my skin looked better about a week in, though. Potentially TMI, but I tend to break out right around my mouth (gross), and nowhere else… so proximity may have something to do with it. <3

  2. Happy: New therapist! New apartment (right next to Harvard’s arboretum–planning lots of writing sessions there)! That’s about it for now, but hoping I’ll have more if you continue the series.
    Hungry: Yeah, my real first winter had me eating out wayyy too much. But as we’re finally experiencing warmer temperatures, I also find myself craving lots of raw and macrobiotic goodness. And now I feel comfortable cooking in my apartment!
    Vain: First, I’m so excited to try oil pulling now! I’ve heard of the practice for ages, but never took the time to read an article that actually explained everything. Also trying to get some healthy locks because we all know what happens when one treats her body poorly…also, maybe a hair mask?!

    Keeping my fingers crossed for you, lady! XO

    • Such a marvelous list! Thanks, lil Ms. Molly. An aside from hippie doctor Rose: have you tried taking biotin? I should write a post about it: it has made my brittle bush-woman hair grow SO FAST. Pop a vitamin with your B-12 in the morning, and watch the magic happen.

  3. Happy–My singing is awesome right now AND I only have a little less than three weeks left in Pensacola before I get to go home to Chicago for the summer.
    Hungry–My host made orange cranberry bread and it is a PROBLEM. But…
    Vain–…I’ve lost something in the vicinity of 10 pounds since being in Pensacola, mostly because I haven’t been feeling the need to eat my feelings (or “shame eat,” as one of my colleagues calls it). Yesterday we took a “two outreach performances left!” photo, and our mezzo soprano said to me, “Anne, you are skinny-popular!” I’m sort of ashamed by how good that made me feel.

  4. Yes yes, 1000 times, YES! So glad you are oozing positivity and treatyoselfity from your oil pullin’ pores. I bailed on pulling yet secretly miss it… my treat myself regimen has been to let myself sleep later and martinis. All of the garlic stuffed olives, ya dig? I am so glad you are absorbing art things, mashing them up in your soul, and releasing the mouth toxins – sounds like you have found a groovy groove that works. And to that I say, YOU CAN GET IT!

  5. um sleeping/martinis/all kind of olives are some of my favorite things. other favorite things: lula. brunch. you wanna go on sunday??

  6. just emailed you… may 4? i’ll toast emma from geneva, though. and anywhere i’m toasting, you know, i’ll be toasting emma.

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