Stuff I’ve been loving
I’ve spent 89.9% of the last two months in running clothes. Training for a big race is expensive. I guess I had no idea how much the right clothes would effect my training and my confidence level. Having new workout clothes has always motivated me, but when I’m doing this kind of mileage, having the right gear is actually a necessity. Trying different kinds of shirts, capris, shorts, socks, bras, water bottles, and even (HUGE UGH) shoes to figure out what’s worked best for me has been stressful, because the wrong gear is costly. It’s not only expensive, but it knocks away training progress if it causes injuries or irritation. Even though what feels right while you’re running for (ugh) four hours is going to be completely different for everyone, recommendations were comforting to me, so here’s some of the stuff that has very literally propelled me through many, many miles.
Athletic Be Free Knickers – I can’t imagine doing a long run without these ever again. They have about a zillion (3) built-in pockets. I don’t run with a fuel belt so I love that. They come in badass patterns like arrowheads and zig-zags and space dyes and all the stuff I love. They’re comfortable, but also absorbent and smooth. The large waistband is flattering but doesn’t move around. Get them, on Ebay for about half price. 
Saucony Runderpants – It’s not even a mild exaggeration to say that these have changed my life. I think I underestimated the impact of lightweight, wicking, comfortable running underwear, and for that, I was a fool and I have suffered enough. Bonus? Some pairs come with inspiration sayings on the butt.
Feetures! – I didn’t take all the “socks are important!” shit seriously when I started doing long runs. I did my first long run in shoes that were slightly to big and uh, golf socks. And I developed two blisters the actual size of my foot that were the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen on my own body. It’s amazing how the way that fabric is arranged can just protect your feet from themselves, but it can. It really can.
Sweaty Betty Stamina Bra – This is, hands down, the best sports bra I’ve ever run in. It’s not even close. There is no competition. It’s ridiculously expensive even before the shipping from England. But it comes in a cute little customs parcel. And the breathability created by its special waffle stitching is like, actual science, I think. The banding doesn’t chafe and my boobs don’t move. Like at all.
Nike Signal Stripe Tee – I haven’t found the ideal top for long runs that’s comfortable enough to feel like a second skin, but still wicks away sweat without chafing. This is as close as I’ve gotten. It kind of feels like running in your favorite t-shirt, which is nice.
    Vans Lo Pro – These have been saving my feet in between runs. The only part of my body that has straight up ached so far is my feet. I abandoned high heels this week after much internal protestation. But wearing a comfy, not heinous pair of sneakers during the day makes all the difference. It’s critical to helping my feet recover.
So if you’re looking for running clothes that will seriously work, no matter how far you’re going, start here. Even if the idea of feeling awesome while punishing your body repeatedly feels foreign to you now, I promise you’ll feel like a rockstar if you look great and stay comfortable.

Stuff I’ve been loving

I’ve spent 89.9% of the last two months in running clothes. Training for a big race is expensive. I guess I had no idea how much the right clothes would effect my training and my confidence level. Having new workout clothes has always motivated me, but when I’m doing this kind of mileage, having the right gear is actually a necessity. Trying different kinds of shirts, capris, shorts, socks, bras, water bottles, and even (HUGE UGH) shoes to figure out what’s worked best for me has been stressful, because the wrong gear is costly. It’s not only expensive, but it knocks away training progress if it causes injuries or irritation. Even though what feels right while you’re running for (ugh) four hours is going to be completely different for everyone, recommendations were comforting to me, so here’s some of the stuff that has very literally propelled me through many, many miles.

Athletic Be Free Knickers – I can’t imagine doing a long run without these ever again. They have about a zillion (3) built-in pockets. I don’t run with a fuel belt so I love that. They come in badass patterns like arrowheads and zig-zags and space dyes and all the stuff I love. They’re comfortable, but also absorbent and smooth. The large waistband is flattering but doesn’t move around. Get them, on Ebay for about half price. 

Saucony Runderpants – It’s not even a mild exaggeration to say that these have changed my life. I think I underestimated the impact of lightweight, wicking, comfortable running underwear, and for that, I was a fool and I have suffered enough. Bonus? Some pairs come with inspiration sayings on the butt.

Feetures! – I didn’t take all the “socks are important!” shit seriously when I started doing long runs. I did my first long run in shoes that were slightly to big and uh, golf socks. And I developed two blisters the actual size of my foot that were the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen on my own body. It’s amazing how the way that fabric is arranged can just protect your feet from themselves, but it can. It really can.

Sweaty Betty Stamina Bra – This is, hands down, the best sports bra I’ve ever run in. It’s not even close. There is no competition. It’s ridiculously expensive even before the shipping from England. But it comes in a cute little customs parcel. And the breathability created by its special waffle stitching is like, actual science, I think. The banding doesn’t chafe and my boobs don’t move. Like at all.

Nike Signal Stripe Tee – I haven’t found the ideal top for long runs that’s comfortable enough to feel like a second skin, but still wicks away sweat without chafing. This is as close as I’ve gotten. It kind of feels like running in your favorite t-shirt, which is nice.

Vans Lo Pro – These have been saving my feet in between runs. The only part of my body that has straight up ached so far is my feet. I abandoned high heels this week after much internal protestation. But wearing a comfy, not heinous pair of sneakers during the day makes all the difference. It’s critical to helping my feet recover.

So if you’re looking for running clothes that will seriously work, no matter how far you’re going, start here. Even if the idea of feeling awesome while punishing your body repeatedly feels foreign to you now, I promise you’ll feel like a rockstar if you look great and stay comfortable.

He shared something with me early on, and it really made me sad. It was that, ‘People expect me to be a certain way, so sometimes I just give that person to them.’ We were trying to catch a cab once — I used to have to go out to get the cab. This was late at night after studio sessions. I went to almost all of the sessions for Ready to Die. And I’d go out in the street to get the cab, and Biggie would wait in the shadows. I remember one cab driver seeing him approach the cab, and he took off! With my legs dragging. Biggie kind of had to grab me up from the car and almost saved my life. It was this visceral response that people had to him as a physical person in the world that informed a lot of how he turned around and acted towards them. I mean, at his core he was a kind, funny, generous, sensitive person. But he was seen in the world through this lens of anti-blackness, as a predator.

dream hampton remembers her friend Biggie Smalls for NPR, 20 years after the release of Ready to Die.

People expect me to be a certain way, so sometimes I just give that person to them.

I think this is something a lot of white people, even white people who love rap and listen to it regularly and consume a fair amount of hip-hop culture, are blissfully willing to forget. This music started out as political, and in its current form, it’s simply evolved from that very politically charged place, where these artists were simply projecting the persona, and the angst that persona created, back through their music. Rap music, at its heart, was really an attempt to force people to hear these stories, to make the world aware that for marginalized communities, daily experiences are always politically charged and create so much pain that the world refuses to recognize.

Like the fact that Biggie was a sensitive, thoughtful, introspective person was a surprise to most people, even though he wore his heart and his love of his family and his community on his sleeve throughout all of his albums? It’s just like, get out.

vbtwns
When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.

Nicki Minaj (via hotsenator)

Nicki Minaj is my whole heart and seriously, she’s shaped most of my definition of feminism. When I started listening to her music and watching her craft her public persona, I saw this huge attempt to bash back, to refuse to perform for people the way they expected, to refuse to let others define her sexuality or her femininity or what made her pretty, and I’m so glad that she’s finally starting to get buzz for all the middle fingers she constantly throws up.

Sorry to be a hipster about my Nicki Minaj feminism; I really want it for everyone, I’m not trying to hoard it.

That whole interview is here, and it’s probably Nicki’s first blatant declaration of her desire to dismantle the way the music industry views female artists and their sexuality, which has been illustrated so clearly in her more recent singles.

CUTE AD ALERT, GUYS. Also, Kristen Bell, continuing the campaign for Tumblr’s imaginary best friend, having an awesome relaxing day in her overalls with her tablet.

This ad is one of the first for a Smartphone or tablet that I’ve seen (other than possibly that Apple one where people listen to music on the bus during their morning commute) that captures the mundane thrill of having all-powerful technology at your fingertips. Of course Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard are a little bit too adorable of a couple to capture the total “Stars - they’re just like us!” gag here, but it’s still a totally realistic presentation of what’s great about accessible technology, for everyone.

And I’m SO happy to see Samsung take the high road and stop Apple-bashing. To the average consumer, I’m not sure those differences are all that relatable - showing technology enhance little daily moments, like this ad does, is much more relatable.

If ever you find yourself in Milwaukee and you’re craving some ramen, maybe so you can rally for one more bar, maybe because you’ve worked egregious hours, this is what you do. 
Around 11 pm, walk down to the darkened, lower level of Ardent (a restaurant I didn’t know existed until a week ago), and persist, even though it looks like you’re waiting in a darkened alley to walk through a pitch black basement. Wait until just after 11 pm, when this under the radar bistro turns into the even more under the radar Red Light Ramen. Wait until the doors open and you’re allowed, one at a time, into a restaurant space so dark you probably won’t really be able to read the menu. But it’s okay, because you know what you’re ordering anyway, and you don’t need a menu to load it up with as many toppings as you want, and no matter where you go in Milwaukee, you can order a PBR or a Brandy Old Fashioned without the assistance any sort of menu. 
The ramen is great, for sure. I’ve heard from greater ramen experts than I that it adheres to some sort of ramen standard. We bonded in the line with a pair of friends and we pulled our tables together, turning our mini adventure into a communal new experience. That’s the kind of thing I always wish would happen to me here. But it’s also the kind of thing that’s good for every city - a little bit secret, a little bit buzzworthy, enough to get people excited and coming back for more. That’s the latest cool thing I’ve done in Milwaukee in awhile.
photos: (l) my traditional ramen with a soy egg and (r) the kitchen sink ramen of one of my table companions, pulled from Instagram.

If ever you find yourself in Milwaukee and you’re craving some ramen, maybe so you can rally for one more bar, maybe because you’ve worked egregious hours, this is what you do.

Around 11 pm, walk down to the darkened, lower level of Ardent (a restaurant I didn’t know existed until a week ago), and persist, even though it looks like you’re waiting in a darkened alley to walk through a pitch black basement. Wait until just after 11 pm, when this under the radar bistro turns into the even more under the radar Red Light Ramen. Wait until the doors open and you’re allowed, one at a time, into a restaurant space so dark you probably won’t really be able to read the menu. But it’s okay, because you know what you’re ordering anyway, and you don’t need a menu to load it up with as many toppings as you want, and no matter where you go in Milwaukee, you can order a PBR or a Brandy Old Fashioned without the assistance any sort of menu.

The ramen is great, for sure. I’ve heard from greater ramen experts than I that it adheres to some sort of ramen standard. We bonded in the line with a pair of friends and we pulled our tables together, turning our mini adventure into a communal new experience. That’s the kind of thing I always wish would happen to me here. But it’s also the kind of thing that’s good for every city - a little bit secret, a little bit buzzworthy, enough to get people excited and coming back for more. That’s the latest cool thing I’ve done in Milwaukee in awhile.

photos: (l) my traditional ramen with a soy egg and (r) the kitchen sink ramen of one of my table companions, pulled from Instagram.

pushinghoopswithsticks

blackfemalepresident:

thetallblacknerd:

missrevived:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

how people miss the racial commentary of this song is still so astounding to me. it’s so clearly a fuck white beauty standards song.

most white people so drunk off whiteness, they don’t even get it.

who knew though…… by 2014, white people would “discover” twerking and  convince themselves that jennifer lopez and other white bitches made booty a good thing to have. lol.

they still can’t admit that black women are beautiful. they will just keep magic wand selecting all of our features as beautiful, but not beautiful on us.

How many people paid attention to this part of the video

ok that shit was obvious, like he even says ” Cosmo says you’re fat, well I aint down with that”

they only hear a black man hollering about butts and find it hilarious and dont really listen to anything else

Person I guess I love: The new Miss America.
Sure, she did the ridiculous, not at all nuanced, kind of cloying cup-slapping performance that featured both a song and a phenomenon that have been done to death. But after a second glance, it kind of seems like a quirky fuck you to the forced formality of the pageant formant. And after reading a little more about her and the kind of serious issues she’s confronted and promotes, it seems like she might have legitimately wanted to bring an irreverence to her time on stage to nod to more important aspects of the, ahem, scholarship contest.
And she walks the walk. She volunteered at Planned Parenthood leading sex ed workshops for teens. She’s a domestic violence survivor with a more intelligent opinion on victim blaming than most journalists have expressed recently. She’s the daughter of Russian immigrants who speaks three languages. And she’s accepted into law school. Like, she is an impressive person who I think deserves a platform to do cool stuff. And it’s great to see that a nationally recognized beautiful, nice woman can publicly align herself with feminist opinions and causes. And I guess if her silly, irreverent performance draws attention to her causes and opinions, than mission accomplished, huh?
Also, jumpsuits.

Person I guess I love: The new Miss America.

Sure, she did the ridiculous, not at all nuanced, kind of cloying cup-slapping performance that featured both a song and a phenomenon that have been done to death. But after a second glance, it kind of seems like a quirky fuck you to the forced formality of the pageant formant. And after reading a little more about her and the kind of serious issues she’s confronted and promotes, it seems like she might have legitimately wanted to bring an irreverence to her time on stage to nod to more important aspects of the, ahem, scholarship contest.

And she walks the walk. She volunteered at Planned Parenthood leading sex ed workshops for teens. She’s a domestic violence survivor with a more intelligent opinion on victim blaming than most journalists have expressed recently. She’s the daughter of Russian immigrants who speaks three languages. And she’s accepted into law school. Like, she is an impressive person who I think deserves a platform to do cool stuff. And it’s great to see that a nationally recognized beautiful, nice woman can publicly align herself with feminist opinions and causes. And I guess if her silly, irreverent performance draws attention to her causes and opinions, than mission accomplished, huh?

Also, jumpsuits.

Here’s something nobody tells you about training for a marathon: Every mile is hard. You fight to finish mile 17. You also fight to finish mile 1. Some days you run 6 miles and it feels like 6,000. It never gets easy.

I’ve been doing this for almost 4 months now and it’s pretty much all I can think about. My training runs were A LOT faster before an almost foot-sized blister took me out of the game for a week and a half. My best friend’s wedding weekend made it a clean two weeks. Since then, my long runs have been much slower, more disappointing. My goal of keeping a mildly impressive pace has probably passed. You see, it’s not that I’m afraid I can’t finish. I’m pretty sure I can pull myself through the course at a snail’s pace if that’s what I need to do to cross the line. I’m worried my time will embarrass me. After all my hard work and everything I’ve sacrificed this summer, admitting that makes me feel like I still don’t get the point.

I’m pretty confident I’ll line up to start on October 5, and I know that’s half the battle. But knowing this is very likely the only time I’ll ever do this, I want to be proud. I want to know I gave it everything I was able to.

I’ve gone back through a lot of your blogs to read and reread your training posts and your race recaps. Honestly, seeing what people have shared about their own experience with punishing, probably unnecessary distance running is one of the only reasons I’ve been able to do this for as long as I have. It gives me a lot of strength to see - really see - that if other people can push through the things they thought they cannot do, I surely can give it a shot, too.

If I had kids, my kids would hate me … They would have ended up on the equivalent of the Oprah show talking about me; because something [in my life] would have had to suffer and it would’ve probably been them.

—Oprah Winfrey, The Hollywood Reporter, December 2013

25 Famous Women on Childlessness

An important step in giving voice to the fact that childless women are wise, thoughtful in their choices and complete in their lives.

wildruled

wildruled:

Completely Not Me - Jenny Lewis

I’m never here for the assumption that female friendships are somehow difficult to understand or destructive. I hate that we keep feeding that crap to girls, that female friendships are supposed to be inherently hard and competitive, and if they’re not, it somehow reflects weakness on the women involved for relying on each other. That’s bullshit. Female friendships are about support, plain and simple. To assume that they’re set up to be in any way flawed disregards the fact that women are people. When they treat themselves like that, and when other people approach them as people, it’s powerful and freeing.

I’ve had times in my life when I purposely made female friendships difficult or unpleasant because I thought that was somehow a way to perform my femininity or my strength or to exhibit my coolness to men. I felt like it might set me apart. I felt like distancing myself from other women made me shine brighter, probably for men. Honestly, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I bought into this idea that female friendships were supposed to involve conflict or competition and some kind of back-stabbing distrust. And it’s so weird, because of all the female friendships I’ve had, most have turned into huge sources of support since I’ve graduated from college. And the ones that haven’t have generally failed because the women were unwilling to crush the patriarchal expectation of female friendships, they kind of couldn’t ever stop being the kind of person who believed things like, “I don’t really have many female friends,” was a declaration of strength or power.

Women are so used to seeing their friendships through the eyes of men, who generally expect them to descend into a hair-pulling, competitive pseudo lesbian slap fest as soon as one feels wronged. We live in a culture that prioritized romantic and familial relationships so far over friendship that people still assume they’re right to abandon friendships in pursuit of the creation of the one relationship they suppose they really need.

And I get that I’ve never tried to carry out any super duper long-term romantic relationships. Maybe that’s because I have so many supportive friends - both men and women - who pick up the slack other people expect their significant others to carry. But the best relationships I’ve ever had have always been while I had my own thing going on, when I didn’t need anything else, when it started as a supplement. Whenever I see people around me struggling with that, I want to wave it around like a flag - people are attracted to what you are, what you do, what you love - that’s what makes you who you are. They see what you’ve got and they start to imagine themselves in it. If someone is attracted to you as an empty vessel, you should run as far from them as you can possibly get.

When your number-one priority is getting a boyfriend, you’re more inclined to see a beautiful girl and think, ‘Oh, she’s gonna get that hot guy I wish I was dating.’ But when you’re not boyfriend-shopping, you’re able to step back and see other girls who are killing it and think, ‘God, I want to be around her.’ It’s like a blazing bonfire. You can either be afraid of it because it’s so powerful and strong, or you can go stand near it, because it’s fun and it makes you brighter.

Taylor Swift

You guys, I knew there would be a day when I realized that I agreed completely with one thing Taylor Swift has said, and that in her life, Taylor has become the person I believe is the ideal person - the strong, fun feminist pal. But I did not know that day would be today. You know, really, I wish some of my college friends had grown up to be as astute as she is. I mean, I never thought I’d say that. But, I am also 100% not surprised that Taylor Swift is now your most supportive friend during a breakup and also ultimate sleepover guest.

ohheyychrissy

ohheyychrissy:

Is there such a thing as a 28 year old crisis? I think I’m having one.

Because I just went online and bought these two temporary hair dyes, from Bleach London, to try in the ends of my hair. (Don’t freak out mom it washes out in 2-10 washes).

But no idea why I’ve been attracted to more tattoos, lots of black, crazy hair and adventure lately. Guess 28 will be interesting. 

You guys, I just bought the violet this weekend. The crisis is real.