My obsession with bathing suits started a very long time ago. I still remember begging my mom for something new and neon every time we went to Target. Pool parties were better than Christmas, and I used to don a bikini to help Mom and Daddy wash the dishes (true story.) And then I grew boobs. And butt. And self-consciousness. Suddenly, the joy of putting on a bathing suit and eagerly anticipating super soakers, sprinklers, sand castles and snorkeling fins turned into anxiety about love handles, saggy elastic, way too much rear exposure and the horrors of anything that jiggles.

Well that’s bulls**t.

Bathing suits are supposed to be fun, flirty and cute. We wear them when we’re supposed to be having fun, not stressing because we’re not as surgically enhanced as the girl next to us or investing in last minute sarongs. With Spring Break steadfastly approaching, it’s time to check out the best bathing suits out there and re-vamp our ideas about swimsuit shopping.

So grab a trusted and honest friend, remove the necessary body hair and spray tan yourself silly (it seriously helps in dressing room fluorescents) and let’s shop. Read More »

I’m a whore for pictures. I bring my camera with me everywhere, and have blinded people on nights out by taking pictures every 42 seconds. Seen those stop motion films ever? That’s a perfect example of how my nights out are documented. Love, love pictures.

And I’m still totally in awe of digital cameras. Not all the fancy-shmancy settings you can do, it’s all about the little things for me. I’m still amazed that you’re able to see the picture right away—and realize that was a really bad angle of you. You can simply erase any unflattering image that’s on there and ensure no one has blackmail material on you later. You will not be scarring my facebook image with that, thank you very much. And it’s gone. Read More »