Electoral College: Make Hillary Clinton President on December 19

Less than 48 hours after Trump was elected, the hate crimes have begun. “It’s Trump’s America now,” they berate. Hijabs are being pulled off women’s heads and white boys and girls are chastising minorities–“Go back to where you came from!” Jihadi leaders, the KKK & Putin support him. So yes, you are xenophobic, misogynistic and racist if you support Trump. And yes, you have taken the side of the oppressor if you abstained from voting or speaking out.

These election results have been a slap in the face of every woman that has ever been sexually assaulted/harassed, every immigrant, every handicapped individual and every LGBTQ individual. My heart aches. On January 20th, I’m going to wake up in a country led by a man that hates the color of my skin. I haven’t forgotten what it felt like going to a close-minded, all-white school in a small town for eight years. I was ostracized because of the color of my skin. The day after September 11th, 2001, one of my best friends at the time asked me if I was a terrorist.

President Obama helped me let go of the resentment I harbored towards the white. He was a beacon of hope. He brought us together. He inherited a mess from George W. Bush and spear-headed a movement for change. (Don’t believe me? Google: Marriage Equality, Dodd-Frank Act, Osama Bin Laden killed, Repealed don’t ask don’t tell, Obama Phone).

“We still must be way better than men to be not quite close enough.”

The electoral college votes on December 19th. We won the popular vote. There is still hope. But if we stay silent, there is no peace on the horizon. There is no “coming together.” Do not forget anything he has said or done. Do not pardon it. I will fight the Trump administration every day for the next 4 years. He is not my president. He will never be my president.

Sign the petition: https://www.change.org/p/electoral-college-electors-electoral-college-make-hillary-clinton-president-on-december-19


An Ode to Significant Others

As I’ve graduated from dating in college to dating in the real world, I’ve come in contact with a harsh truth. We’re all selfish assholes. I literally blocked a guy’s number the other day because I wanted to go to Pop Physique more than I wanted to see him—and he just couldn’t take the hint. I enjoy my solitude; I’m comfortable in it. Giving up my personal time to go on an awkward first or second date is not my idea of a fun night. But how long can we keep this up until we desperately crave a close relationship only to find that we’re left with our mother and aged dog? Sorry mom. I see countless, single 30-something year olds out in LA looking as “happy” as can be. Is it an act or are they actually content with this attachment free lifestyle? (These aren’t rhetorical questions–I really want to know. Email me at theurbanfashiongal@gmail.com).

For the longest time, I used the fact that I’m moving to New York City to push away any serious commitments. Whenever the topic of graduation and the future would come up with a guy, I’d slip in a comment about the move. This worked well until it didn’t and I actually pushed away someone I really liked. That experience—me playing the “cool girl” and it backfiring—made me realize that I want a relationship. I pushed away the idea of settling down and having kids but in reality, I was afraid of the vulnerability attached to it. I have been terrified to say, “This is who I am, the good and the bad; will you accept it?”

We play this game of being uninterested until the point of apathy. We have lost the ability to care deeply, to be vulnerable. What’s so scary about someone not wanting you as long as you want you? At the moment, I’m not 100% comfortable with myself and I’m not looking to settle down with someone because of this. I’m in this transition stage of not knowing what direction I want my life to go in. This doesn’t mean I’m avoiding relationships because I’m uncertain about my future—I’m just waiting to invest my time and energy until it’s right. Life shouldn’t be wasted on half assed relationships. I know I’m going to look back at this time in my life and reminisce about the late nights out with friends, all of the uncertainty that comes with being in your 20s and living in a big city with minimal commitments. I’ll hold onto it while I can.

Gold Hoops & Silk Neck Scarves

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Gold hoops are the new black choker. The 90s are dead and it’s time to retire the velvet, leather and plastic pieces that have been donning our necks for the past year. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t propose our necks go bare all winter–but it’s time to move on. It’s all about dainty, gold chokerssilk scarfs and neck ties that evoke an Old Hollywood glam aesthetic and of course–simple gold hoops.

My gold hoops picks: one, two, three, four.

My scarf picks: one, two, three, four.

Lip Injections

Going under the “knife” for cosmetic reasons is such a controversial topic. In LA, it’s entirely normal for girls of all ages which led me to the decision of getting my lips “done” about 6 weeks ago. But I imagine when I move out of LA that I’ll look back on the fact that I got lip injections like, “Wtf, that was so unnecessary.” I didn’t tell anyone I was getting injections because it was a personal decision that I had already come to–I wasn’t in the position to be convinced out of it which is something I know my friends and family would try to do.

Upon getting to the office, I was numbed with topical lidocaine for about 10 minutes before the injections began. In all honesty, they were not painful. I would say that the discomfort level was a 3 out of 10. There was a slight pinching sensation when he did the injections in the middle of my upper lip versus the ones towards the outside.

I showed my physician a photo of my sister and another of Irina Shayk for inspiration. He said that they both had really full lips which would require more than 1 syringe which was not something I was prepared to do in one sitting. I sat upright in a chair while the physician did a series of 8-10 injections (I lost count). He used hyaluronic acid (Juvederm) and molded the filler with his fingers in between injections. I squeezed on some stress balls during this 10-15 minute process. Towards the end, I started to get anxious and dizzy–I thought I was going to pass out. I was thinking, “Holy shit, this is a real surgical procedure and I didn’t even tell my mom…what was I thinking? What if something goes horribly wrong?” I stayed calm and they had me lie down and sip some water. He ended up not finishing the little bit of filler that was left so I had less than one syringe injected. I iced my lips for a few minutes and that was it.

The injections last about 6-9 months and I’m not entirely sure if I’ll keep up with it. After having about 3 sessions–the filler doesn’t dissolve as quickly which renders the effects of it a little more permanent. I chose to go to my dermatologist, Peter Kopelson. The cost of one syringe at Kopelson Clinic was $715 which is moderate for lip injections. You can find clinics that charge less but you will most likely not be seeing an M.D. or surgeon and you have the risk of a botched lip job. My personal pet peeves when it comes to injections are when the top lip looks duck-like or when the filler bleeds into the lip line. No one besides my mom and best friend noticed I got these done which is exactly what I wanted–a natural result.

The recovery was a little tedious. I had the procedure done on a Friday afternoon in order to look presentable for my internship on the following Monday. Most of the swelling went down in 72 hours but my lips had little bumps in them for several weeks afterwards. I could feel the injection sites especially when I would do cardio (more blood flow to the face, I presume). I bruised on my lips which was easily covered with lipstick. I didn’t realize how long it would take for all of the swelling to go down. I was expecting perfect lips in 72 hours but that wasn’t the case. Apparently, it’s normal for the downtime to be several weeks.

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