Posts Written ByAmanda Rodriguez

  I was born bald. Like my own baby bottom. I didn’t grow hair enough for bows until around age three. Until then, my mom would tape little bows on my hair for photos. And constantly tell people I was a GIRL. Not a boy with pierced ears. I’ve more than made up for it though. Today my hair is this big, in your face, curly thing that causes people to say, think, and do things to it — and to me — that the average haired person has probably never encountered. It’s cool. I’m old now and I get…

  Every year during New York Fashion Week I sit at home and flip through magazines and websites scowling at the photos. Rarely is there ever anything appropriate for people with a normal lives consisting of working at a desk, shopping at a grocery store, going to their kids’ schools for meetings and events, and to…like…drop off the lunch they left sitting on the counter. Again. Not to mention the price. I don’t know about you, but the car I drive doesn’t cost as much as some of the items I’ve seen models strutting down the cat walk in. But, I do…