Let’s Get Superficial: Night Cream

Night Cream! How much of an old lady can you become? Night Cream meant nothing to me for the first twenty-two years of my life. Those twenty-two years of radiant skin that required nothing- the daily dousing of water in the shower was enough to maintain perfection. Then I began to wear makeup. Then I began to wash the makeup off. Then I began to notice an uncomfortable tautness and dryness and overall dullness and sadness followed by greasiness the next morning. I had to accept it: the honeymoon period with my face was over.

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Host a Cocktail Party for Your Seder

If you’re dreading your family Seder this upcoming Monday night, you may want to spice things up a bit with the Sipping Seder.


This super-niche super-cool blog has created recipes for cocktails inspired by a traditional Seder plate, and they all actually like delicious– think bitters, egg white, and fresh greens.

Each recipe comes with a short description of why the ingredient is meaningful in the celebration of Passover, so you can basically pair a cocktail shaker with your Haggadah and call it a night.  Plus, you still need those four cups of wine.

Mixology and Matzo never paired together so well!


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HBO’s Silicon Valley Falls Short

Hopefully we can avoid a season of Steve Jobs jokes

Hopefully it won’t be season of Steve Jobs jokes.

This past Sunday HBO debuted its new comedy Silicon Valley. The creation of Office Space mastermind Mike Judge, the series follows a group of floundering developers trying to strike it big out West. The premiere garnered mixed reviews, most interestingly from actual Silicon Valley members. Generally, though, the response has been positive. This would probably be true regardless of the show’s content because the subject matter is so ripe for picking. Tech culture is so pervasive that, once removed from the actual viewing of the show, it is easy for us to use our own experiences for a laugh. What I’m trying to get at is that there are many problems with Silicon Valley.

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A Guide to Springtime Exercise

It’s now Springtime. The days of frolicking amongst flower fields and getting drunk at sidewalk cafes are upon us! Spring also means bathing suit/crop top season and it is imperative we all look like a Kardashian-Jenner in our seasonal attire.

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A Chick-Lit Classic

Over a wonderfully clichéd anti-Valentine’s Day, a friend and I decided to watch Bridget Jones’ Diary (which we quickly followed up with Fatal Attraction). Re-visiting the hallowed rom-com after my own muddled relationships and bout of self-hate, I realized how wonderful Jones (played, of course, by Renee Zelleweger) is as a character.


Sure, her story is bursting with romantic tropes, but Jones is a refreshing character because she is so normal. She’s swept up by fantasy. She revels in self-loathing. She believably displays typical struggles of social failure and self-loathing. It’s quite clear that I adore this character. I had, however, never read the book that inspired the film (whereas I have read many a time its predecessor Pride & Prejudice).

So, after some more cliché craving, I started to read the book. And it is so worthwhile. The book obviously has smaller details. These little moments, though, are gold mines. For example, the terrible first encounter with Mark Darcy? It was much worse in book-reality. The relationships with Darcy and Daniel devolve at a much slower pace (obviously) and are constructed in a way to make them way more believable. So while there is no over-the-top fight scene, there are more complexities that make Jones’ story more relatable.


Another great aspect are the headers to her daily entries. While mentioned sometimes during the film, the book has them, well, all the time. Jones details her weight, cigarette, alcohol and food intake in a precise but hilarious manner. We get her “very good” and “love has eradicated need to pig out” lines. It’s spectacular to see a character regale actual calorie counts and exhibit a too-frequent yo-yo diet.

The absurd tone of the novel allows us to realize how ridiculous Jones is, and in turn reflect on our own (well, my) body issues because Jones is really not that different from many of us. She frets over her weight, she judges people, she falls hopelessly in love, she gets ghosted.

But of course, Jones is a book and everything else just swell for her. But if you take the story for the chick-lit that it is and enjoy the story along the way, I think you’ll be surprised by how fun and interesting it can be. I mean, if it’s Mindy Lahiri’s favorite book, it’s obviously of quality substance.


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