Shout out to my boys in One Direction for the following lyrics:
Don’t know what for,
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don’t need makeup,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough.”
When I first heard their song “What Makes You Beautiful” (hereinafter, WMYB), I wasn’t really buying into what they were saying. The whole song sounded like a vague attempt to flatter a girl just to get into her consenting pants.
(This is not a critique of boy bands’ lyrics. I’m sorry I ever heard Nick Carter sing “If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy” as a 6-year-old.)
In a gentle act of kindness from the universe, I turned 21 last week. This fall signals the beginning of my last year here at UF.
These two facts probably make it seem like I should be good friends with the nice people at Livers’R’Us or that I’m some kind of professional at sneaking and sipping booze whenever possible.
That’s not the case.
Mayor Michael Bloomberg is trying to tell New Yorkers what to do.
Last week he proposed a ban on the sale of “any cup or bottle of sweetened drink larger than 16 fluid ounces — about the size of a medium coffee, and smaller than a common soda bottle,” according to an article by The New York Times.
Why are people scared by vegetarian food choices?
I’ve been a vegetarian for almost seven years, but I still get weird looks when I order a protein that didn’t come from an animal.
I get asked things like “You’re getting what? What is ‘tempeh’? That sounds gross.”
My usual, witty retort is to claim that “you” sound gross, so there. (My comebacks can’t all be winners, guys.)