No, I don’t want to send nudes. No, I don’t want to wear high heels. No, I don’t want to get a hotel room with you. We only just met. No, I don’t want to tolerate your swearing or spitting or berating your ex.
You have carved out a place in my heart that will never be filled. Those human shaped holes, though they may be empty are our shared history. To all the men I have loved, thank you.
Is gin your bae? Have you your local lip filler service on speed dial? Are you afraid of what is commonly known as a 'basic bitch?' ~Fear not, it's time to reclaim basic. Love your avocados like it's your last meal and tear up the rule book - you do you boo!
Brows got game? No? Go faux or go home, says Mary Cate Smith whose experience with semi-permanent brows changed her life, and her self-esteem.
Freelance work, parenting, the disenfranchisement caused by social media; modern life has many stresses, and with it a feeling of acute loneliness. Here's why loneliness has never been more prevalent and why it's the silent killer nobody talks about.
When Danielle Kennedy took over Lloyd's hair salon, she only had the equivalent of one week's wages in her bank account. She was getting married in a week and paying a hefty mortgage. Yet, she took a massive risk and it's really paid off.
How often do you look in the mirror and like what you see? Not often, if you're anything like me. I broke up with the love of my life this year and decided that it was time I started to feel sexy inside AND out. Here's why I'm bringing sexy back.
Margot Tenenbaum is the style maven whose look never dates. Here's how to channel her look.
She the pink haired gal that quit a good job by lunch time of the same day, ran away to Paris on a whim and finally found her niche in vintage. Meet the girl boss of the week and Waterford Vintage Factory owner, April O'Meara.
She's the feisty Waterford gal who's not afraid to wear sequins or a mourning suit to Super Valu at 10am for milk. Read about Vintage Agnes and how she earned her title in this week's Woman Crush Wednesday.
Verging on middle age; not quite sea hag, not yet swan, Mary Cate (AKA me) is a self-professed kook with a love of man-repelling outfits, raging feminist outbursts and high brow cultural escapades. Has no access to the top shelf (5' 2"). Expect hair. Lots of hair.
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September 12, 2018
By Mary Cate Smith