LaGiulia
LaGiulia
LaGiulia

I know someone with ADHD and they say they have no inner monologue. I have a constantly running commentary track going on in my head that sometimes gives me panic attacks, but I do not have ADHD (or at least, my therapist does not believe I fit any of the diagnostic criteria for anything but mild OCD). I can’t imagine

That looks like spray paint or tinted gel. My little nephews sometimes come back from the hairdresser’s with a bit of that in their baby quiffs and they love it. It’ll wash off, unlike that fucking name, which makes me hate Grimes so hard. Seriously, fuck her.

Which is exactly what happens to people in real life: the nicknames stick. I’m having trouble figuring out how it could’ve been funny without being even more fatphobic than having a character call herself “Fat Amy” because everyone else was going to call her that anyway.

The Europeans had Christiane F.’s Wir Kinder vom Banhof Zoo, also published in 1978, an actual memoir set in ‘70s Berlin and written with journalists Kai Hermann and Horst Rieck. It was bleak, it was real, most of the characters in the book bear their real-life names (including Christiane) and while I don’t believe it

Not a death, per se, but a disappearance that ultimately counts as a death: Richey Edwards, of Manic Street Preachers, in 1995. For those of you too young to remember or possibly not yet born (jeez), Richey walked out of a hotel in London on the eve of the band’s first American tour, and was never seen again. He was

What a novel concept. Besides Lord of the Flies, there’s also Michael Grant’s Gone series; The 100 by Kass Morgan; a recent, pretty good book by a collective of Italian authors known as La Buoncostume, called Millennials, and another by Niccolò Ammaniti called Anna. Oh, and Children of the Corn, of course. How could

Beyoncé + The Afghan Whigs could well be the sexiest thing ever.

I know you want to know this: “Bestia” is “beast” in Italian, and with a little strategic punctuation “Be Bestia” could translate as “Well, Beast”.

Scaraffia is also well known in Italy for her markedly patriarchal views, so please do not overestimate her willingness to rock the boat.

Thank you, Stassa - we’re having the same problem in Italy right now, where feminism is notoriously litigious, and this has helped me focus.

If Gina Rodriguez wants any help with that, my friends and I from a secret feminist social media group who recently kicked off a massive social media campaign over the Weinstein case will be happy to oblige.

(We’ve already started fantasy casting ourselves.)

What I see in that picture is a happy woman, not a sexualized one. She’s smiling into the camera and looks relaxed and at ease. Considered what we know of Plath’s mental health, it’s actually refreshing to see her like this, like a young woman of immense talent who was also really good-looking.

It’s all there, really. Same brand, different First Ladies, fans of the second who take to Twitter to insult the first. And I get to see it because they tag the brand.

I can just see her fans fawning at how classy beautiful poised elegant saintly she is compared to Michelle Obama.
I work for a high fashion brand. I’ve seen things.

At this point he’s just awkward all the time. It’s been obvious for a while now that these two do not like to interact very much and were not spending a lot of time together before he became president. They’re always very stiff around each other (not to mention that hand flick in Israel). Now that she’s basically been

I had ZERO idea this was happening, and I live in Rome.

It had to happen. Look at where it opened: Piazza Duomo in Milan, i.e. where all the tourists go. Starbucks is the place you go when you want to be sure what the coffee and the pastries will taste like. Also, it’ll be less expensive than coffee in any halfway decent café on Piazza Duomo. I really don’t see it

They do pretty well over here, actually.

I’m not a fan of Eataly (a lot of overpriced shit; there’s plenty of better delis within walking distance from my flat in Rome; I hate pretension, food is either good or bad, it doesn’t need all that storytelling). And yet I’m wondering how it is that I’m only finding out about this ginormous new Eataly from Jezebel,

She does sound like somebody who hasn’t spoken much in the past eighteen years.