Month: May 2015


J-Lo was photographed yesterday with “a short new hairdo.”


J-Lo was photographed yesterday without her extensions/weave.

Personally, I was excited to see JLO rocking the Rachel circa 1994, because my hair envy is real. Having not been blessed with thick hair, I jumped on the hair-cape band wagon years ago…10 years ago to be exact.


I used to wear extensions (just the clip-ins) daily for volume and length, but finally made the decision about…oh… a year ago to embrace my natural length and texture and try to make my hair as healthy as possible (not washing everyday, minimal heat styling, masques and argan oil). I still miss scaring people at the end of the day when I take out half of my hair and leave it lying around like a sleeping black cat, but it’s nice to not worry if my tracks are showing, or if that stray extension you see on the bathroom floor of a club is yours (ratchet!). Believe you me, I still whip out my Bellami’s whenever I’ve got a special event just to give me a little added oomph, but for the most part, I’m au natural with an excessive amount of back-combing.

GUARANTEED in the next few days we’ll be seeing Jennifer looking like her JLO self with her big after-sex hair. Men will probably be confused, “How did her hair grow so fast?” But the rest of us will know that she’s essentially wearing her fortune like a lion’s mane for all of us to see.

Do you dabble in the extension world? If so, what’s your favourite go-to brand?

I’ve tried almost all of them. From the Raquel Welch collection, to the beauty supply brand where I’m sitting in my basement for five hours sewing them together.

Like I said, I’m a Bellami girl myself (thanks to Carli Bybel) but I’m not a loyal hoe – I’ll try anything!


Me, Earl and the Dying Girl

A double post about movies is probably not the smartest blogging move, but who really cares about being smart in life, right? #priorities

One of my favourite ways to kill time is to watch movie trailers online. I’ll waste a good hour, hour and a half just checking out trailers for new releases, older films, different versions of trailers for the same film…you get it. I like trailers.

Last year I caught a bunch of feelings when I read and then saw The Fault in Our Stars.

Those damn kids. They never even had a chance!

The ugly cry was so real that day, it’s now a benchmark for all sad movies. If someone said, “I cried when I watched ____” I’ll ask, “TFIOS cry? Green Mile cry? Homeward Bound cry?” Different cries for different films, but TFIOS was a guttural sob, with like, wet shirt collar from all of my tears and shame from crying so hard in public. That’s hard to top.


The trailer for Me, Earl and the Dying Girl looks like it could come close to capturing the same TFIOS feelings. This film was big on the indie scene at Sundance and will no doubt make a heartthrob of Thomas Mann, the baby faced star who looks like he might have been your best guy friend in high school that you now find to be incredibly hot and sensitive, and kind of want to do under the shirt stuff with.

Just remember I said that when you swoon over him months from now.

Anyways. Mark your calendars, because this movie looks like it’s going to break hearts this summer.

Welcome to Me (and other movie talk)

Happy Monday!

I’ve been waiting all weekend to tell you about the movie Welcome to Me, starring Kristen Wiig and James Marsden. The quirky film about a bipolar/borderline woman who goes off her meds, wins $86 million, and decides to have her own “Oprah-like” talk-show one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time. Not since the movie Young Adult have I thought a film has accurately captured the mood of our social media/fame/self-obsessed generation (said as I type a post for my blog that serves no purpose but to entertain my friends and hopefully exercise my own neurotic energy).


Kristen Wiig is a comedic genius (no shit, Libby) but with films like The Skeleton Twins and now Welcome to Me, Wiig’s really proving that her talents extend far beyond her SNL sketch comedy roots.

Spoiler alert: Wiig’s character is on a steady decline towards a psychotic break with her vulnerability and illness causing some cringe-worthy and sometimes familiar moments for anyone who’s lived with or knows someone with mental illness. Welcome to Me raises the ethical question of whether or not television, particularly reality television (which I love, obvi) exploits it’s subjects in the name of entertainment and whether there’s a moral obligation for networks, and audiences for that matter, to recognize when TV shows go too far (Bachelor crazies, Real Housewives arrests/rehabs, I’m talking to y’all).

I could go on and on about this movie, and I think somewhere here there’s a great thesis topic here, but I’ll digress because it’s too early and well, Monday.

In other movie talk!

I finally saw the movie Interstellar. By now everyone and their mother has probably seen this movie, but I’m late to the game (as always).
Anyone who knows me knows there are three things I despise learning about/paying attention to
1. Volcanoes
2. Dinosaurs
3. Space
If I hear any buzz words associated with any of these topics like, “lava” “Jurassic Park” or “Galaxy” my brain just shuts off.
This was a real detriment to me in school, because I would go into a catatonic state whenever we had to learn about these subjects.
The only reason I know all the planets in our solar system is because of Sailor Moon, and that’s the god’s honest truth.
I watched Interstellar on the plane ride home from London and I actually enjoyed it! It’s typical Nolan and sort of trippy and beyond belief, but thumbs up to anyone who can convince me that Matthew McConaughey could be an astronaut!
 What movies are you loving? Give me your recommendations!

It’s Wedding Season! Mix it up, Brides! (I’m begging you)

With wedding season in full force, many of you brides-to-be are probably panicking, trying to come up with a unique song to make your first dance as a married couple extra special.

You’re probably thinking: “Hey, What’s that one Shania Twain song that everyone loved in the 90s?” or “I’ve always loved Bon Jovi…any power ballad really. Let’s make people cry as we dance with our dry ice machine!”


Don’t do it.

Just please, don’t.

Ladies and gentleman…

Grow Old With Me, by Tom ODell

I’ve got 5 weddings lined up for this summer, and I’m secretly praying one of my friends adds this song to her wedding playlist.

It’s cute, romantic and will get your guests right in the feelings. They might shovel out more money because you’re so adorable.

In all seriousness, it’s an adorable song. Give it to your videographer for your same-day edit or your wedding video. I’ve got PLENTY of suggestions. Maybe I’ll do a few more of these posts as we get deeper into wedding season.

Until then…Click play and enjoy.

You’re welcome.

Not dead, just on vacation!

I’m back!

After two weeks in Paris and London, I’m back in Canada-land and adjusting to life in the real world.

Case in point, I just passed two co-workers having a riveting conversation about hostas, and who loves hostas more.

What are hostas? They’re plants that grown-ups keep on their lawn to remind them of their failed dreams, obviously.


It feels like I’ve been gone forever! I thoroughly enjoyed myself and am now vowing to sell of my possessions and take this train wreck international any chance I can get. It took a while, but after the post-vacation come down (am I still in it?) I woke up today feeling refreshed and ready to tackle some of my personal projects with a youthful naiveté and determination that I usually save for picking ingrown hairs from my bikini line.

I’ll post more about my trip and adventures in the weeks to come (I’m going to make these vacation stories last until I’m 30), but if you’re looking for pics, check out my Insta account @mselizabethr  and we can be Instagram friends!




The Bachelorette is back on and I’m debating doing an episode by episode re-cap. Thoughts? If you want it, I’ll do it.

We’ve got to talk about the pop culture madness that happened while I was gone, namely the untimely demise of The Mindy Project (I thought this was a cruel internet hoax) and the Bad Blood music video which has just gone to number one on my iTunes for most played songs. Is that sad, or is that commitment? You judge.

I’ve missed you, internet. Let’s always be friends and tell our deepest secrets and then immediately regret it if we ever decide to pursue our dream jobs and are subject to an internet search by first and last name.