I've always been a tomboy when it comes to clothing. Growing up, I would routinely wind up in the boy's section of the store, and every chance I could get, I'd steal shirts from my older brothers. They were exceedingly comfier than anything I owned, and for me, comfort was always paramount. So when

My feet have always been all kinds of messed up. 80% of the time, I'm a toe-walker, which has made wearing flat shoes painful (Sorry, beautiful Rachel Comey creepers I wear about once a month because they give me charley horses in my arches). The other 20% of the time, I'm heel-striking so

There once was a time when I only wore sexy heels and I could not get on the flats train. That quickly came to a halt when one day after stomping through NYC, I almost broke my neck while stepping in a sidewalk crack. Not cute. Immediately after that embarrassing stunt, I decided I was going

I have a confession for you all: even though I live in the land of fancy-shmancy expensive doughnuts, my favorite doughnut of all time is still Krispy Kreme's plain glazed, especially if it's hot and fresh off the little doughnut assembly line. This may be heresy in Portland, but I'd take a Krispy

This fall, when I was in the midst of beginning a deeply satisfying Netflix binge of the dark, twisted, and amazing Jessica Jones, I found myself pausing an episode halfway in at a crucial moment. Patsy Walker, Jessica Jones's best friend played with full feisty feminist aplomb by Rachael Taylor,