Annie Walton Doyle

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

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."

There is literally no disadvantage to being confident. It’ll make you happier, more successful, a better friend, a better person.

If there’s one thing that makes me deeply proud of my generation (apart from our general anti-Brexit sentiment) it’s the newfound omnipresence high

Who could have predicted at the turn of the century that one of the biggest (if not the biggest) trends in makeup would be contouring?

Writing my piece on the wonderful, amazing, superlative yet disappointingly evasive Seventeen Stay Time Foundation got me thinking.

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.

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

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.