I Hate To Do What

For Years Now I Have Run A Kitchen-sink Punk Salon In My House, Called Salon Du Gay. In The Early Days, People Would Pay For A Riot Grrrl Bob Or A Passable Bleach Job With A Mixtape, $3 Or A Selection Of Baked Goods - Whichever They Could Afford. More Recently Though, With Gossip Doing Well, I've Performed These Punk Hair Transformations For Free.

When I Think About The Idea Of Rebel Wilson Having To Go To The Oscars And Not Having Something Amazing To Wear That's Made For Her, It Drives Me Mad.

I Knew That If I Wanted To Stop Being A Pushover I Had To Get Comfortable With Small Rejections Myself. That Took Some Work, But Because Of It I Can Now Say No To Other People With A Clear Conscience.

The Plus-size Revolution That Has Been Happening Lately Is Incredible But It's Also Creating This "other" Beauty Standard In Which You Have To Be An Hourglass, You Have To Be Super Sexy And Fierce About Showing Off Your Curves. That's Quite Frightening To Me, And I Don't Fit In It, I Don't Want To Fit It.

I'm A Great Believer In Karma And The Vengeance That It Serves Up To Those Who Are Deliberately Mean Is Generally Enough For Me.