You know, if you're interested in understanding more about niche perfumery as art without any judgment, condescension or class warfare, I'd be happy to talk to you about it. There are plenty of ridiculous things about the niche and luxury perfumery business but at the niche level —the highest form of scent-as-art—…

If we can foist George W. Bush back on his native Connecticut and stop calling him a Texan I will gladly sign over ownership rights to Arizona for Palin.

Even if I did buy into this nonsense, missing 9 sexings a year in exchange for total equality? Sign me up for that shit right now.

Yeah the big difference is cocaine traffickers don't mind hiring brown people.

I am getting my entire life, plus the lives of those around me, from That Hair.

Fashion Journalism Tip: When you want to talk about a piece that's not from a current collection but doesn't yet merit the "vintage" title, use "archival." That way people will get off your (archival) tits about things being vintage from 2004.

If you go with one of the less fashiony selections, your feet will wear out before Hunters will. That being said, my go-to footwear for inclement weather are old cowboy boots. They're warm, they're cooler looking and more useful than rubber wellies, they're more easily resoled and the worse you treat them the better…

Some perfumes do go off, but relatively few, and color is rarely an indicator. That being said, certain things —heat, sunlight, exposure to outside chemicals— can damage the integrity of a perfume significantly and different materials within a perfume have varying shelf lives. As a Serious Perfume Collector, I keep…

I find it interesting that Nirvana White is being composed by Hermione Blanc and Nirvana Black by Pierre Negrin. They're both known for doing mostly commercially viable celebrity flankers so I don't have great hopes for either, although Negrin was tasked with the reformulation of Fracas, so that's something. It's…

Oh Pep. When he and Mourinho would face off in a Clasico it was like Battle of the Fierce Scarves, and everybody won.

I always turn it down and say "I would but it really interferes with my wicked smack addiction." It usually gets a laugh and people back off.

I'm a straight woman and when I can't find a suitable workaround ("fella" is my go-to) I use "partner" because that's what he is and although it's not ideal; there's not a better, less-awkward word that expresses the seriousness of the relationship —we've built a home and a life together over several years— without…

Nope nope nope nope nope. He may speak as an ally (though that would involve him actually being an ally) but he cannot speak for women. There have been some interesting articles written over the past year or so about gay men and the cultural access they have over women's bodies. I'll never forget how long it took me…

I have a pet theory that people from very large countries have a harder time recognizing foreign accents because their access to people/media with those accents is more limited, especially in childhood when the ear is easy to train.

I have a pet theory that people from very large countries have a harder time recognizing foreign accents because their access to people/media with those accents is more limited, especially in childhood when the ear is easy to train.

And, as always, it's important to remember Hispanic is an ethnic identifier, not a racial one.

If I want someone to ignore my tears I say "I'm not crying, I'm just leaking from my face. I'll tell you when I'm really crying." I don't cry from emotion that often but sometimes if it's dry or my eyes are irritated, my eyes water like a fountain. This usually gets people to laugh and differentiate between tears they…

My four-legged life partner came into my life when I discovered that as the only black dog in a litter of blonde pups, his parents' owners were going to do away with him. Now that I've moved to Mexico, I've discovered black dogs are a sort of good luck. No Día de los Muertos altar would be complete without a black dog…

Dude. Episcopalians FTW. All the pageantry, none of the guilt. We've got the smells and bells, but also a bomb-ass entry in the gay pride parade.

Aww, bless his little heart.