Due to genetics, my 13 year old is tall and thin with long legs. I’m going to have to talk to her about body image. Great. Thanks.

Hi. What is the point of your post?

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You were happier when we were glorifying unrealistically masculine white male ideals?

Look for micronized or nanoparticle mineral sunscreens - they work like the other ones to reflect UV (instead of absorb it like chemical ones that are a problem for corals) but don’t feel comparably heavy.

Fun fact: those chemicals will also react with iron in your water (for those of us on wells) and cause yellow stains on your clothes. I ruined a lot of clothes before I figured that one out. Only zinc/titanium oxide sunscreens for me. Usually the baby sunscreens will work, but they are harder to find.

Really? Do you mind sharing the brand(s) you like? Because my husband and I tried two different ones the last time we were in the Caribbean and neither was great. One was so thick, it was like trying to rub clay into your skin (we looked like we were wearing full body clown makeup after trying to rub it in until our…

Some reef safe options I recommend:

I mean, they make coral-safe sunscreen. They made me buy it in Puerto Rico before I went kayaking in the bioluminescent bays. A quick google search says there are at least 12 brands available right now. This is just our corporate overlords screeching about profit margins, which they are welcome to do from the comfort…

I’m so obsessed with her.  She and JVN have been liking each other’s photos on IG.  Thrilled to see that pairing.

This is the majority of my summer diet. I call it the “cocktail party diet”: it’s all tiny cubes of cheese, fruit, crackers, charcuterie and olives, with copious amounts of sparkling rosé. If I ever write the book for it, the tagline would be: “You won’t lose weight, and you’ll have a great time doing it!”

I’m a Hamptons 19-month-old brought to one of Ina Garten’s backyard parties and given a plate of assorted chic yum-yums (5 olives, 2 parmesan crisps, a corner piece of honeyed baklava, some shavings of ibérico) to pick at while everyone else commits to their lobster boil.

Hahaha, that’s so sweet! My stepdad is the same way: he cooks once a year, when he makes the sausage for the annual Svenson Family Danish Christmas Dinner. Outside of that, he will not go into the fridge to get himself a snack because it might need to go in the microwave and that is too much cooking. The sausages are…

“I eat like a posh toddler.”

Karamo is like the daily inspiration quote calander we all need to get through our day. A little cheesy but on point reminders that you need when interacting with bullshit.

My husband is one of those that has a highly inflated idea of his own abilities. Love him and yes, he can cook a damn good steak, but he’s not that great of a cook. Because if he was, he would not continually ask me to tell him when something is done when the recipe says, “golden brown and delicious.”

Yeah, honestly, as someone with a food background, I’m not sure what other kinds of food you’d expect him to teach these men to make. A good grilled cheese, some salads, some side dishes - those are a really good place to start building confidence in the kitchen. You don’t have to worry about undercooking any meat -…

I mean, given some of the straight men I’ve known...maybe? There are some who can cook, sure, but a lot of the ones I know either straight-up cannot cook, or else have a highly inflated opinion of their own abilities.

Counterpoint: I would gladly eat Antoni’s 3-ingredient “salads” and grilled cheese every day, but that’s because I eat like a posh toddler.

When I’m feeling low, I turn on any episode of this new Queer Eye and close my eyes, and pretend it’s *me* they’re encouraging.