First, as predicted by many, Nashville lived up to its golden pedigree. This isn’t a show about country music per se. It is a modern soap set in a town run by country music (which is a meaningful difference). Connie Britton hasn’t ever disappointed me, and I’m so happy to see her strong performance drive this staring vehicle. Hayden Panettiere isn’t really that good of an actress so I’m assuming she was typecast because she delivers a surprisingly nuanced performance. In sum, Nashville is worth tolerating a twang for.
Are we boycotting the Isabel Marant knockoffs? Some of the downmarket versions are cute, but isn’t it embarrassing to wear something when the inspiration is so obviously stolen? A quandary for sure, especially for those on a budget. My opinion? The copies I’ve seen are a little too close, but not close enough to get it quite right. This time save up for the real thing or pass altogether on this tired trend and start a new look that’s all your own. 
With autumn comes a vengeance of sneezers and coughers. I know these cold sufferers are feeling really sorry for themselves, but seriously, cover your mouth and wash your hands. Here’s a novel notion: if you are that sick, stay home, sip tea, and ask yourself why you were Patient Zero among your clan during this season of sickness.
In the market for new workout wear? I get so many compliments on my Margarita yoga pants made by hand in Israel. They hold up as well as Lulu, but have much more personality.
My optimism and supplements weren’t quite enough to kick this persistent flu. I checked my temperature, 101°. Scary right?
Check these frightening stats.
So needless to say, I will not be going to the hospital. I’m working a fresh-squeezed juice regimen – carrots, celery, orange, and apple for nutrition. Currently, food is a repellent thought. They say to starve the flu, right? Silver lining? At least I’ll take a few pounds off before Coachella. We’ll just call it a cleanse, yeah? Don’t judge me for that last part. This flu is making me delirious. 
As we forge ahead towards the official commencement of winter, many of you bitches are sniff, sniff, sniffling around, calling in sick, and bringing your coughing children to Target. A bout with the cold or a tango with the flu is not a wintertime inevitability. 
Advocacy for probiotics has been gathering momentum for the last few years. It may seem somewhat counter-intuitive, but recent studies demonstrate a favorable relationship between a balanced gut and resistance to catching colds and flu.
How much do you love to sleep? I love, love, love to sleep. If I could fuck sleep, I would, totally, with abandon. To truly assess whether you are sleeping enough, go to bed (dark, cool, room, no distractions) at the same time every night for a week and sleep until you naturally wake up. By the fifth, six, and seventh days your body’s sleep schedule will begin to regulate, giving an accurate gauge of how much glorious unconsciousness you require to awake your most well-rested, gorgeous, not-grumpy self. Besides, people who sleep less than seven hours per night have three times the risk of catching a cold than those who slumber for eight hours or more according to researchers at Carnegie Mellon.