Annie Walton Doyle

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

It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.

My struggles with eyebrows have been well documented over the years.

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

Is there any makeup as synonymous with the twenty-teens as eyebrows?

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

Blurred lip lines make your mouth look plumper in a natural, non-Juvadermed way (pretty), plus makes it look like you’ve just been making out (further proof you are pretty — as if you needed it).

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

Many criticize Geordie Shore as entertainment in its lowest form: fights, drinking, people falling over, nudity, swearing, and “bucking” (sexual intercourse). Yet, to me, it is so much more than that. As a fully qualified human woman, I can’t help myself analyzing the show through feminist-tinted glasses. The decisions and attitudes of the “family” represent, to me, a new kind of feminism.

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