Who knew??? Pinner said: This is the secret to my clear skin!!! Been taking it since I was 16! Biotin makes hair and nails grow fast and thick. It’s good for your skin and gives it a pseudo-tan glow all year long. It also helps prevent grays and hair loss.
In pins like this, Pinterest promises a democratization of youthful beauty. Of the kind of beauty usually limited to strategically posed, impressively photoshopped celebrities. Here, biotin smacks of Victoria Secret models’ long tousled tresses, and poolside-lounging, smartly accessorized bodies and backdrops – and the requisite wealth and leisure to maintain such vanities.
Maybe Pinterest makes good on its promises. It’s reasonable to think the beauty industry wouldn’t want us to know that coconut oil might be a better balm than costly cleansers and creams, or that egg whites could top high-end hair treatments. Kind of like the pharmaceutical industry doesn’t want us to recognize that careful eating and exercise might heal our bodies and minds better than a cascade of cooperating prescriptions. Continue reading
Long after reading the books and watching the movies, I’m still thinking about Twilight’s reception. I’m not as concerned with the popularity of the films and their teen idols as I am with the utter contempt Twilight evokes in non-fans. Why is it that this latest vampire franchise draws such scorn? Continue reading
When my 4-year–old daughter Maia wants something very badly and very quickly, she insists “it’s either now . . . or tomorrow.” Because her demands are easy enough (it’s almost always a book or an apple she’s desperate for) I tend to say, “Ok now.” And laugh. Because “now . . . or tomorrow”? Despite a dramatic delivery, she’s not very good at making demands.
But today I realized that what she means is “now or never.” For a 4-year-old, tomorrow probably seems almost as far away as never. I remember that once, waiting seemed to take a long time. I’m not recalling my childhood. I’m remembering, well, how time moved before I had children. Waiting for someone to call, waiting for a conversation to be over, for summer travels to begin, for a kiss, for an acceptance letter, for a rejection, for the show to start, for my hair to grow out of an impulsively short cut, for a class to finally end, for the food to make it to the table – waiting, in its sundry variations, seemed to suspend time.
Now that I have children, the clichés come true. Life happens too quickly. Sometimes I ache for it to slow down. Continue reading