I have never seen Jessica Alba look less than stunningly radiant. It’s absolutely ridiculous. Even though she has a two kids and is one of the mommy celebrities who actually appears hands-on with her children, she always looks relaxed and freshly pampered. I need her secrets, even though I’m sure they’re way out of my 99 percenter budget. Oh, well. Luckily, her style is definitely one that can be constantly recreated on the cheap.

shirt - Macy’s, $9.98//jacket – Forever 21, $29.86//jeans – Charlotte Russe, $29.99//bag - Forever 21, $16.80//pumps – Endless, $49.95

I love the vibrant color palette of this ensemble. Throwing together several colors always runs the risk of looking haphazardly sloppy, but it’s important to incorporate balance. A teal shirt is fairly neutral, as is this black leatherette jacket. Red denim adds a huge bold burst of color, creating a visually captivating look. A mustard colored bag is unexpected, but it adds to the overall vibrant, whimsical aesthetic. Color blocked shoes complete the look, and voila, you have a casual, interesting, dynamic outfit.

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Jessica Alba has totally become one of my fashion muses. Her love of bright colors, flattering silhouettes and awesome versatile pieces has cemented her place as one of my fave celeb fashionistas. I’m particularly obsessed with one of her recent ensembles because of its vibrancy and interesting color scheme.

orange blouse – ASOS, $38.50//blue blazer – Forever 21, $28.50//black pencil skirt – NY&Co, $49.95//black peep toes – Piperlime, $44.97

Blue and orange definitely isn’t my color combination of choice, but I’m really loving how Jessica rocked it here. This light blue blazer complements blood orange nicely, creating a surprisingly feminine, eye-catching look. Combined with a sexy black pencil skirt and black peep toes, this magically becomes a potentially awesome outfit suitable for work, if your office isn’t uber-conservative. This could just as easily be the perfect look for brunch or a coffee date, too. Moreover, all of these pieces are super flexible, and you could manipulate any element to fit your own personal style. Could you ask for any more from one outfit? I don’t think so.

Did you watch the Golden Globes last night? I did, and it really made me wish that I was a celebrity. A bunch of really beautiful people got together in gorgeous evening wear, drank champagne and gave out shiny little statues. Sounds great, right? Luckily the celebs had their phones out and were tweeting the night away!

Click through the gallery to check out some of the best celebrity tweets and twitpics from the show. Maybe if I think hard enough, I can imagine that it was me sitting at that table next to Zooey Deschanel…

There are some celebs who shouldn’t be famous at all and constantly get horrible things written about them because they have no talent or skills, so they shouldn’t be all over magazines and television (I’m looking at you, Kardashians). Then there are some celebs who have talent and used it to make themselves famous, but now they don’t really do anything with that talent, and they are STILL famous. While this isn’t as bad as the first category of celebs like Paris Hilton and Audrina Patridge, it’s still pretty annoying because these celebs used to be really good at what they did.

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I truly don’t understand why the paparazzi still snaps photos of Jessica Alba out and about. She hasn’t done any high-profile acting projects, she’s still married and, as far as I can tell, she seems perfectly content to raise her kids and be ridiculously gorgeous. Sweet life, but not terribly exciting. That said, I do love her style. It’s sophisticated, fun and accessible.

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But, see, there’s a difference between Emma Watson and Jessica Simpson, am I right? Emma’s cool British charm and her extensive knowledge of (fictional) magic make her the perfect candidate for an Ivy League school, but Jessica Simpson? I’m pretty sure you have to know the difference between chicken and tuna in order to get into college.

Regardless, Simpson, Alba (who knew they were friends?) and their husbands took a tour of this university’s campus yesterday. While there’s been no confirmation on whether they have plans to attend the school, they’re seriously the last two people on this planet who should be even considering applying to this school.

Okay, fine, Alba’s not bad, she could probably handle it, but Simpson? Seriously, can you imagine having Jessica Simpson as a roommate? Aside from bursting into an emotional drunken fit whenever someone decides to blast their 98 Degrees old-school playlist, Simpson would be that chick who asks the most ridiculous, stupid, irrelevant questions in class and that girl who might as well not even have a laptop since she doesn’t even know how to turn it on. Basically, she would be the one who you would have to assume had really, rich parents who built a library on campus.

I wear push-up bras and high heels. I go gaga for lip gloss and lipstick, nail polish, and heavy eye-make up . And I’m not even going to lie, I’m a sucker for pouty boys that call me ma’am. But besides my affinity for sundresses, pearls, and men in ties, I’m a feminist. In fact, I’ve always considered myself to be one. But despite my own declaration in the fight for gender equality, this doesn’t seem possible to people.

“How can you be a feminist?” I’m asked all the time. “Do you even know what that means?”

While feminism can mean different things to different people, I’ve often felt like I didn’t fit the mold — like I wasn’t the ideal. Like I couldn’t claim it. And then it hit me: Feminism can be whatever you need it to be. And sometimes, what you need it to be will change from time to time.

This powerful realization hit me as an 18-year-old young woman sitting in on my first Women’s Studies class at a small, private, all-women university. This moment of feminist clarity has always stuck with me, and now as a 23-year-old post-grad, I am constantly revisiting feminism and its applicability in my ever changing life. Although feminism, even in 2011, often still sounds like a dirty word with a negative connotation, I’m constantly surprised at the way feminism finds itself in my day to day life — it really does come in all shapes, sizes, issues, prospects, and in all kinds of different people. And despite being so diverse and so varying from time to time, I’m still relieved that I can make feminism something all my own.

I like to think that I’ve been a feminist from the beginning. When I was seven years old, wearing overalls and pigtails, I remember raising my hand over and over again in class to answer the questions being asked by my teacher. I’d sit up as straight as possible and inch my hand higher and higher into the sky. I had something to say. I wanted to be heard. But instead, the boys in my class would always be the first called on. I would often come home and cry. “My teacher doesn’t like the girls, she doesn’t listen to us like she does the boys.” At the time, I didn’t have the words for it, but I knew it wasn’t fair. Instead of sitting back and taking it, though, I went with my parents to the annual parent-teacher conference and asked my teacher, “Why do you only call on the boys?” She didn’t have an answer, but from that point on she never overlooked my eager hand. This made me realize that sometimes speaking up can make a world of difference, and I like to think of this as my first moment of personal activism.

In high school, I refused to participate in the abstinence only sex-education program. I may have been sixteen, but I couldn’t sit there without throwing up my hand. “What about condoms? What about STDS? What about things that will actually prevent pregnancy and keep us safe?” I was silenced and shushed, but it lit the fire in me — a fire that came alive the minute I stepped foot onto my college campus. In college, I was always changing as a feminist — always.

There was the year I spent reading nothing but feminist literature; everything from Helen Cixous to Katha Pollit, Gloria Steinem to Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards, and Bell Hooks to Ingrid Musico. There was the summer I spent interning for two of my favorite feminist authors in New York City. There was the year I ran the speakers’ bureau chair on campus and hosted the transgendered performance artist Kate Bornstein and the quick-witted blogger and author Jessica Valenti. There was the year I rejected all Women’s Studies classes — after I was told that I didn’t look feminist enough — and just spent time focusing on defining my gender and social beliefs through my own lens, even if that means sparkly pink nail polish and writing letters to my congressman by myself.

There were so many feminist discoveries throughout the last few years. Like the time I posed nude as Miss January 2009 for a feminist charity calendar. And there was the time I sold carrot cake cupcakes for a Wage Gap bake sale that charged men $1 and women only 72 cents. There were times when I was tired of talking about feminism and women’s issues, but at a women’s college it was inevitable. And then there were times when I couldn’t get enough and I didn’t understand why there wasn’t room for discussion about this in a quantitative reasoning class. Sometimes I would feel like a super feminist, and other times, not so much. Some days, feminism would be on my mind. And of course, some days, it won’t even cross my thoughts.

And while this fickle romance of always trying to work towards what I believe in isn’t perfect, it’s my journey. It’s ever-changing, but it’s exactly what I need it to be — when I need it to be. Feminism fascinates me in the way it’s solid but fleeting in my life. For example, my beliefs on abortion, breaking the glass ceiling, sexual assault, women’s education, contraceptives and abstinence-only education haven’t changed throughout the years, but how I apply feminism into my day-to-day life, whether it’s a job or in a romantic relationship, is constantly changing and evolving.

I’m not a perfect feminist (is anyone, really?), and I’m never claiming to be, but this is how it works for me. Some days, I’m ready with an iron-fist to protest and shout…in my heels and lipstick. And some days, I’m quiet and passive and just want to think about what Bell Hooks truly meant in Communion. But I personally want this feminist juxtaposition; the constant reminder that feminism is here, it’s mine, and it’s something I can always make my own just clicks for me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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