Annie Walton Doyle

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

Can you partake in the beauty industry — makeup, tutorials, magazines, and the oppressive standards they impose — and still feel good about your self-worth?

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.

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

I love spending money like a total asshole as much as the next woman. But sometimes, a cheap thrill is the most thrilling thrill of all.

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

In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!

In much the same way I feel about my eyebrows, I feel perpetual dissatisfaction with my lips.

On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.