Annie Walton Doyle

Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.

You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.

Of all of the supposed beauty “problems” in the world, for me, roots are really the least “problematic.” In fact, I love mine dearly.

Aside from knitting and prescribed medications, beauty products are the thing that helps me out the most during a bout of depression. Sound crazy? Read on.

Being a Drag Queen isn't one-size-fits-all femininity. Not all real life women are glamorous and fabulous at all times, nor should we feel we have to be.

Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

During such trying times, there is one trusty frenemy whose shadowy presence always sneaks back into my life. Benzoyl peroxide, I wish I knew how to quit you.

There seems to be something about being a Millennial that is making me depressed. Our childhoods have left us particularly unprepared for the "real world."