Monday, July 28, 2008

Last Day in San Francisco

After four exciting weeks here in San Fran, my journey comes to an end. As much as I will miss my work friends, quaint neighborhood, local market, and ocean view - my wallet desperately needs a break from my worsened shopping habit. Besides, I miss my Toronto friends, family, and big city life more than ever.

Not only has my tolerance gone wwway down due to a lack of partying but I crave Toronto's sticky-summertime-humidity. No seriously, I can't wait to sweat just from walking two blocks. San Francisco's weather is beautifully content in the afternoons but most mornings are far too chilly for my likings.

I have yet to pack, stock up on magazines (entertainment for the plane), and most importantly, clean my condo (it's rather messy i.e. clothes everywhere, dirty dishes, and an unmade bed). I will probably procrastinate and delay all of the above till the last possible moment...it is my most effective way of doing things. With that, I am off. Farewell California, Canada here I come!

Top 5 Things I've Missed About My Toronto (and cannot wait to get back to):
  1. The summertime heat wave (in flip flops and short-shorts...but oh-my-god it's still so hot days)
  2. The nightlife (drinking and dancing with my favorite people)
  3. Sunday night dinners with my family (if you knew my moms cooking, you would understand)
  4. My local nail salon (Go ahead and call me "high-maintenance")
  5. My neighborhood gym
  6. Okay 1 more, for good measure. Hmmm, I suppose I miss my crush. That's right, I have a crush. Who knew!? You don't get any blogging details though, too bad so sad :)

Bon Voyage!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Food for Thought: Killer Fashion in a Killer Culture

A fair and accurate statement of our society: fashion tends to label people. Alarming? Not really. Terms derive from our dress code, which eventually slot us into appropriate categories for easy social labeling. These categories that claim to be “just stereotypes” tend to focus on clothing attire; the punks, preps, geeks, skaters, and so forth tend to have costumes for their "role".

While most fashion is distinctive enough for social categorization, the lines tend to blur with high fashion; designers who push the envelope and strive to break the mold. When models march down the runway in military inspired clothing, what is the social label? What is the designated category, an American beauty fighter prototype?

Weapon designs, uniforms, camouflage patterns, Eisen Hower style jackets, and the stars and stripes have all made numerous appearances on the catwalk and in fashion magazines. Despite any negative responses or controversy, the fashion industry continues to cross dress war with fashion. The fashion fascination with military attire proudly marches the runway, eventually flooding the department stores and busy streets.

Top designer Versace coolly described his military inspired collection as a “romantic military”. The collection featured four-pocket military jackets, star studded caps, dark eye makeup, and ironically, peace sign jewelry. Models marched down the runway vigorously sporting the attire.

Now, don't get me wrong - I love shopping, brand names, trends, and fashion in general. I'm also very open to new styles, trends, and appearances; diversity is important. However to me, fashion is not and should not be considered as trivial. We should pride in what we wear, not glorify in something that we may not understand or even realize.

Versace succeeds in his “romantic military” for the clothes are sexy, pretty, and appealing. Once the trend is set, you blink, and suddenly, everyone is prancing around with their very own “Lock N Load” designer t-shirt, ugg boots, or whatever the case be. The majority of high fashion blatantly supports the war industries both by making it sexy and by setting a million dollar trend.

The result? Runway models, trend seekers, avid fashion readers and buyers wear war - with a peace sign dangling around their neck. There is no starring, jaw dropping, stereotyping, or finger pointing for the jackets look cute and for heavens sake, the peace signs are sterling silver! There is little to no reaction for it is only a "trend", no big deal; it is just a trivial thing.

Not too long ago, I was browsing in an upscale store TNT and happened to notice the children’s tank tops; fit for tiny tot ages one to four, maybe five. The tank tops came in an array of colors, with a diamond-studded skull and cross bones on the front. The attached price tag colorfully read “little fighter” in childish writing. How trivial is it now?

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Eco-Beauty

Beauty Movement 101
It doesn't take a beauty expert to see that green is becoming the new beautiful. I'm talking about environmentally friendly beauty products; ranging from makeup, skincare, hair, and even tampons. Yes, even tampons!

Many brand name products are striving to better the environment while still delivering beautiful, comfortable, and beneficial results that we all love and expect for our hygiene regime. Whether it be plant-based or organic ingredients, biodegradable or recyclable packaging, or any pro-green involvement - companies are becoming more and more eco-conscious. Mother nature is definitely smiling.

Some of my personal favorites:
O.B Tampons
These little suckers are simply fantastic; small, portable, and discrete. Key word, discrete. Dancing at the club in a mini dress is no longer risky or problematic. No but, seriously. And aside from that too-much-info tidbit, O.B tampons are super environmentally friendly. One box per month could make all the difference.
Smashbox Blush
Don't worry, "greening" your makeup bag doesn't mean giving up all the glam at glitz. Let's be serious, I would never do so if that were the case. Because Smashbox has the prettiest and most natural shades of reds for perfectly rosey cheeks. Check out there "Green Room" products.
Burts Bee's Lip balm
I have several; one for my purse, car, and bedside table. Yes, I'm addicted.

The daily swipe of blush, coat of lipgloss, squirt of hair mouse, and even monthly use of tampons (sorry boys, this may be too much info but..bare with me) can keep us ladies looking fabulous while supporting a positive and much needed environmental change. It's about time.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Ponder of the Day - "Activism"

Has something - whether it be a news story, event, argument, or commercial - ever caused you to feel so passionate, that your fingertips go numb and your insides light on fire? Like a beaming streak of activism that pulses inside of you, as if you are about to take over the world? I've experienced this yet continue question that burning feeling over and again.

This may be a "touchy" and "controversial" example for some but I'm rolling with it anyway. So, not too long ago I attended an interesting speech presentation of an ex-solider, who left the army after his second Iraq tour. He now lives in Canada, in hopes to attend College. Anyway, his speech brought that burning, activism like feeling upon me. His stories outraged me.
Particularly because he experienced and witnessed one too many horrific, saddening, and down right questionable casualties yet failed to grasp any solid understanding. His metaphorical blindfold was unbearably frustrating and I quote "I never questioned anything...I kept going along with it like 'tra la la la".

Being an anti-war and media literate junkie, this triggered a moment of "activism". In my moment of empowerment, I imagined myself breaking past the authorities, telling the soldiers to put down their guns, and becoming the first woman -not in a beauty pageant- to say “World peace” successfully.

And now for the ponder...
When I really think about it, my vision faded as my anger and emotions subdued throughout the day; and as the week went on, my burst of beeping activism went flat. So it makes me wonder, does change only occur from a band of riled up people? Does only direct pain raise concern and cause action? Questions such as these sprint through my mind until I conclude with yet another question; collectively and as individuals, where are our tools for action?

Activism is defined as an intentional action to bring about social or political change; this action is in support of, or opposition to, one side of a controversial argument. Keeping this definition in mind, I try to pinpoint exactly what I would have “advocated” with my anger and emotions after listening to the many war stories.

I truly believe we can choose to either act or watch the bully kick until it hurts. We all possess inner-activist strength; it just depends on how we define it for ourselves. So perhaps I won't save the day and claim world peace (although, that would be sweet), but I can write about it. I can talk, write, and talk some more until someone cares enough to read or listen. Perhaps that is activism, on my scale and on one level: writing and sharing such opinions can be my tools of action.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Guilty, Obsessive, and Addicting Pleasures 101

  1. My Morning Starbucks
    Not all mornings rise to beautiful weather, perfect hair days, or even on time for that matter (the classic damn-you-to-hell snooze button) That's why I enjoy - hell, who am I kidding - depend on my corner Starbucks. One "Grande, Skinny-Vanilla Latte" please. Its delicious caffeine and vanilla goodness, crafted inside of the paper cup that we all know and love, gets me every time. However, being rather sensitive to caffeine (I know, such a wuss) I must consume my drink well before 10AM. IF I fail to do so, I have to resort to my just-as-fucking-tasty backup options, decaf and herbal teas. Yumo.

    I load my Starbucks card online regularly (online banking = a true blessing), I drop a ridiculous amount of money per week (I can't even image what it equals per year), and my neighbourhood Starbucks knows me both by name and drink. Obsessed much? Starbucks addict? Why don't you just brew your own coffee in the morning? I'm sure it's all relavent...but you gotta start the morning right somewhere along the line :)

  2. Red JuJubes (the sour ones)
    Seriously..once I pop, I can't stop. They are utterly addicting. When the jujube craving hits, shit hits the fan - I have to immediately book it to the nearest bulk food store. Once I get there, it's pure excitement. It goes like this, I take my sweet time in order to strategically scoop out the red ones - maybe a few orange. I can deal with a few orange ones. Once I've made my deculcant purchase, it's snack time.

  3. Working Out
    My lulu lemon attire and an updated "workout" playlist is all I need to be a happy camper at the gym for an hour. Everyday...except uh, Christmas? Oh and, hungover Sundays.

  4. Collecting Makeup, Hair, Skin, and Perfume Products (my bathroom is a Sephora, Bodyshop, and Drugstore all in one!)
    Seriously though, it's a problem. I have a fascination with products, particularly fancy face masks and gooey lip glosses. One signature scent? I have four. One lip gloss shoved inside my purse? I have a mini makeup bag with ten. To add to the matter, living in San Fran for the past month doesn't help much. In fact, it has only made it worse. Yes, worse. USA products that are not yet in Canada...fucking jackpot. Enough said.

  5. Facebook (this is too obvious...no explanation necessary)

  6. Family Channel Movies
    Okay so...rated for ages six to twelve? Uh, ya...perhaps. But in my defence, family channel movies find me. No, seriously; channel surfing on a lazy Sunday evening and then BAM I'm suddenly sucked in to watching High School Musical II. I honestly don't know how it happens..:S

all in all...
guilty, yes. Obsessed, absolutely. Addicting and oh so pleasureful? Fuck ya. No shame.

Monday, July 7, 2008