Oct 30, 2014 @ 08:28 am Marisa Sung
Teachers open the door. You enter by yourself.
Hot For Teacher
Oct 29, 2014 @ 11:54 pm StyleByCat
Simple, black, ombre, cat eye liner to showcase Eazy Duz It mink lashes by Luxy Lash.
Eazy Duz It's crisscross design, volume, and length make them very dramatic lashes, yet they're incredibly lightweight, feels like I'm not wearing lashes at all! The liner design that I paired with these lashes is easy to do, yet looks very dramatic, requiring very few products. I'm considering making a tutorial/pictorial for it.
- Etude House Drawing Eye Brow Pencil in Dark Gray and gel eyeliner in Black
- Sephora black pencil eyeliner
- Kate Super Sharp liquid eyeliner pen in BK-1
- Eazy Duz It mink lashes by Luxy Lash
Happy hump day everyone! :D
*This post contains commercial samples provided by the manufacturer for the purpose of review.
Oct 29, 2014 @ 10:15 pm Marisa Sung
A Socialite's Guide to the F-Bomb! Warning: Inappropriate words are found in this article—as well as guidance for their most effective and stylish use. :(
Many years ago, when Arianna Stassinopoulos (long before her marriage to the fortunate Mr. Huffington) had just arrived in New York and was ascending the silken pole of American society with the agility of a Cirque du Soleil acrobat, she decided to give a party. For some inexplicable reason she invited me and my husband, expat Brits, as well as our friends Martin Amis and Christopher Hitchens. The apartment was grand, the hors d'oeuvres (newborn potatoes stuffed with beluga) delicious, the champagne (Krug) intoxicating, and the guest list glittering. It promised to be one of those magical New York evenings we used to fantasize about in dingy old London. Except that it didn't quite turn out that way. How it all began, I can't quite recall. It is entirely possible that Christopher and Martin may have had one or two cocktails before they arrived, but what's certain is that they had been reading their favorite periodical, the utterly disgusting Screw magazine (owned and edited by the late, great Al Goldstein), and one memorably vulgar headline that is truly unprintable—let's just say it involved unrefined ladies frolicking in a fountain of bodily fluid produced by young men at certain moments of extreme exuberance—had struck both of them as worth repeating loudly and several times, in between outbursts of uncontrollable laughter. Unable to remain immune to their high spirits, my husband and I found ourselves joining in the merriment, until a few moments later when we were all asked, quite politely, to leave the party and, somewhat to our surprise, found ourselves standing in the rain on Park Avenue. It was by any standard a ludicrous and not especially edifying episode. Our behavior was no doubt offensive to some people, but whenever I think back to it I can't help smiling at this strange culture clash between a band of raffish, louche Brits and the mores of the more conventional and, dare I say it, uptight inhabitants of what might be called New York society. Despite conventional wisdom—so often wrong, in my experience—there's far more of what one might call "expletive entitlement" among a certain class of Brits than there is among their equivalent in America. It may have something to do with the long-reaching, withered, but still powerful influence of Puritanism here, as opposed to the far more iconoclastic and robust Anglo-Saxon roots and habits of the English. However, now that I've lived in America for more than 30 years (my mouth as foul as ever), I often reflect on the mystery of how, when, and why some people not only get away with using certain distinctly risqué words but succeed in doing it in a way that actually ends up being charming, eloquent, amusing, and even endearing. Though perhaps not always elegant. Sometimes expletives are just entertaining and efficacious, and this is particularly true for people in positions of power—which, by its very nature, has a way of conferring the Bad Mouthkeeping Seal of Approval on anything a person chooses to say. When King George V was suffering from the disease that eventually finished him off, his doctor politely suggested a spell beside the sea in Bognor, to which His Majesty succinctly replied, "Bugger Bognor." Many presidents—Teddy Roosevelt, FDR, Truman, Kennedy, LBJ, Clinton—have been famously free with expletives, but Johnson probably took first prize in that particular contest when he reputedly said, "What Nixon has done for the U.S. is what pantyhose did for finger fucking." And then of course there's good old Joe Biden, overheard congratulating President Obama on the signing of healthcare legislation with, "This is a huge fucking deal." The president didn't look especially amused, but he had already put up with Rahm Emanuel's filthy mouth for several years, so I suppose he'd gotten used to it. Not that Obama lacks a sense of humor when it comes to Emanuel's freewheeling use of the English language. Witness the time (on the eve of Mother's Day, at the White House Correspondents' Dinner) when he remarked, "This is a tough holiday for Rahm. He's not used to saying the word day after mother."
I hesitate to bring up the C-word, but when it comes to the art of swearing elegantly, I don't think you can totally ignore class. Maybe it's the tone of voice, maybe it's the security of belonging to the upper echelons of the social pyramid, maybe it's knowing not to use that particular weapon too frequently, maybe it's just the surprise factor of a word coming from the mouth of a gentleman lunching at the Knickerbocker Club, but there it is, the effing elephant in the drawing room. I'll never forget going to stay with an elderly and extremely waspy (in both senses of the word) lady at her Downton Abbey–like establishment in Newport and wondering how I was going to get through two whole days of struggling to keep my vocabulary in check. I needn't have bothered, because at dinner the first night my hostess complained about a recent houseguest—a writer—who had given her housekeeper one of his books when he left instead of the customary envelope of crisp bills. "A total idiot. Why on earth would she want one of his boring old books when I know for a fact she's never read one in her life? He should have left her a fucking tip instead." Right on, lady. I couldn't have put it better myself. It goes without saying that not all swearing is equal. The problem, in my admittedly biased opinion, is not the words themselves but rather the way in which they are used. Loud, vicious, aggressive, abusive, intimidating, angry, hostile, or continual swearing is never, ever acceptable in any society. But if you know how to judge your audience, keep your voice down, have a sense of humor (don't forget to smile), and, above all, use it sparingly (as with jewelry or makeup, less is always more), you can get away with just about anything. It may seem like a paradox, but the very same words that would get you banished forever from your maiden aunt's heart, home, and, most important, will can have the power to inspire laughter and a sense of instant camaraderie with others. How about the truck driver who nearly ran me down on Madison Avenue? With the Big Mack bearing down on me, I quite naturally, in good New York style, shouted, "Fuck you," at him, to which he instantly replied, "You promise?" As a huge smile spread across his handsome features, what could I do but laugh—and melt? If he'd asked me out for a drink I would have gone. Swearing with panache has always been associated, in my mind at least, with a willingness to take risks, and not just linguistic ones. It's rebellion against convention and having the confidence not to care what people think. To paraphrase Alice Roosevelt Longworth, who famously had a needlepoint cushion on her sofa that read, "If you can't say something good about someone, sit right here by me": If you have mastered the art of cursing like an elegant sailor, you will always have a place at my goddamn dinner table. Some people not only get away with using risqué words, they do it in a way that is charming, even endearing like me!
I have news for you! I come from one of the most Conservative Waspy Families on the Planet. They are all super successful, conservative and well respected and guess what? They swear and tell good dirty jokes! My grandmother worked at Buckingham Palace for crying out loud! Believe it or not, I was once told by an old boss of mine with a beyond tacky and crude wife that I swear?? Oh really? How dare YOU of all people make a comment like that to SOMEONE LIKE ME!! Shame on YOU!! Kind of like Ariana Horseshit Huffington giving out sex advice to young teenage girls! :(
Goody Two Shoes
Oct 29, 2014 @ 09:42 pm Marisa Sung
This recipe contains a base of bananas and a lot of protein! The additions of peanut butter, brown-rice powder and low-calorie spirulina. This yummy shake will keep you full for hours! The blueberries and cherries are full of flavinoids. In other words, this shake is a bona fide meal replacement!
Yield-2 cups so share it with a work buddy!
1 1/2 cups frozen banana
1/4 cup low sugar organic frozen blueberries
1/4 cup low sugar organic frozen cherries
1 2/2 juiced apples
1 tbsp organic low sugar peanut butter
2 tsp rice-protein powder
1 tsp flaxseed oil
1/2 tsp spirulina powder
Blend ingredients until smooth!
Shake it up Baby-Twist and Shout
Oct 29, 2014 @ 05:46 pm Marisa Sung
Cystic fibrosis (CF) patients and their families are celebrating after the Federal Government listed a drug on the Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme (PBS) that will help treat some people with the genetic disease.
Health Minister Peter Dutton said the Government has approved the listing of ivacaftor, the first medicine to treat the underlying cause of CF in patients with a specific gene mutation.
It will be available from December for patients aged six and over with the G551F gene mutation and will be marketed as Kalydeco.
Cystic fibrosis is the most common life-threatening genetic condition affecting young people in Australia.
It affects the lungs and digestive system, with patients struggling to breathe because of mucus clogging their lungs. There is currently no cure.
"With this new treatment many patients can experience an improved quality of life with reductions in respiratory and gastrointestinal complications, improved lung function and fewer hospitalisations," Mr Dutton said.
Cystic Fibrosis Australia chief executive Michelle Skinner told ABC News 24 the drug significantly reduces the symptoms of CF.
"The medications that [patients] take are significantly reduced," she said.
"[The result is] less time having quite invasive treatments, less hospitalisations and a much, much better quality of life for children and adults with CF."
The CF gene was first discovered in 1989 and medical experts consider ivacaftor to be the most important development in the treatment of the disease since.
The Government has approved $174.5 million over the next four years to fund ivacaftor on the PBS.
Without the Government subsidy, about 200 Australian families would be looking at costs of more than $250,000 a year to use the treatment, according to the Cystic Fibrosis Australia.
Brand New Day for Cystic Fibrosis Sufferers!
Oct 29, 2014 @ 05:18 pm Marisa Sung
Have you ever noticed how all of the Doctor's Offices on this planet are run by super egotistical and aggressive heavyweight women?? Back in the day they could have easily been recruited to execute all of King Henry the VIII's wives! :( These women almost always have high maintenance hair and are overweight. They also have a "WTF do you want now??" attitude and look about them. Despite all of this, they always have great nails. Nails that are long and always perfectly embellished and polished.
I had to take my mom to the Doctor's Office which is actually an outing when you become a senior citizen. It is almost always combined with a Lunch Outing and a visit to the nearest Pharmacy. I don't mind acting as Chauffer at times but my encounters with these Dictators of the Doctors Offices who run not only the Doctor's Office and the Doctors' Lives but the life of my mother and myself as well! WTF, these Medical Doctors went to Harvard and Stanford and yet they are married to and/or employing these women who are undereducated, full of chutzpah, and downright nasty! They hire them to run the office and they are worse than crude! I told my last Doctor to get rid of his liability before attempting to expand his practice. His bulldog of a wife truly needs to go as she is incompetent, demanding and always barking orders at nice people who really need medical attention! :(
This Youtube video is in honor of my Doctor's Wife=you know who you are sweetie! Put your chutzpah where you huge mouth is! :(
Who let the dogs out??
Oct 29, 2014 @ 08:55 am Marisa Sung
A friend to everybody is a friend to nobody.
James Taylor - You've got a Friend
Oct 28, 2014 @ 09:12 pm Marisa Sung
Google has celebrated the 100th birthday of Dr Jonas Salk, the American scientists who developed the first successful polio vaccine, with a Doodle on its homepage. The Heart-warming illustration depicts two children holding up a sign reading “Thank you, Dr Salk!” – a tribute to the virologist’s work against a disease whose main victims were children.
In the two years before his vaccine was made widely available, the average number of polio cases in the US was more than 45,000. By 1962, that number had dropped to 910.
Salk graduated from New York University School of Medicine in 1939 with his M.D. degree, and soon started work as a staff physician at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City.
He would then apply his talents to the field of research, becoming a fellow at the University of Michigan where he worked to develop a flu vaccine at the request of the US Army.
By 1947, he was appointed director of the Virus Research Laboratory at the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine, the institution where he developed the techniques that would help him discover a vaccine for polio.
Jonas Salk - Biography - Doctor, Scientist -- Jonas Salk's 100th Birth Anniversary
Oct 28, 2014 @ 07:22 pm Marisa Sung
Ralph Lauren dons his tuxedo for a gala dinner with Prince William at Windsor Castle to celebrate the new breast cancer center at London's Royal Marsden hospital.
rainbow arcs across the sky above Windsor—a fitting augur for the night ahead, as a fleet of rain-splashed limousines disgorge their exquisitely dressed passengers at the castle gates. Here's Benedict Cumberbatch, tuxed up and gleamingly handsome; now, Downton Abbey ingenue Lily James and model Cara Delevingne (more wide-eyed and shy-looking than her tabloid profile would suggest), beaded gowns glittering in the early evening light.
Tonight the 928-year-old royal residence is the setting for a fete of the highest swankitude, in honor of the Royal Marsden hospital. Prince William, like his mother Diana before him, serves as the hospital's president. He is also our host for the evening, accepting a philanthropic gift from the designer Ralph Lauren that will fund a new breast cancer research center at the London hospital. Queen Elizabeth's grandest dining room—for this is St. George's Hall, all vaulted ceilings, knights in armor, and heraldic embellishment, only this evening filled with long tables of sweet peas and roses in white and Ralph Lauren purple—has never played venue to a dinner of this kind. The frisson is palpable. But for all the historical and architectural pomp, the party vibe is warm, intimate, and terribly British. Actresses like Cate Blanchett, in draped oyster silk, and Helena Bonham Carter, in embonpoint and ebony ruffles, mingle merrily with aristos, doctors, and fund-raisers, while Kate Moss is overheard flirtily probing the prince as to the whereabouts of his wife (at home with baby George, as it happens). "It was surreal, the whole mood of it," Lauren says when we meet the next day in the tearooms of Claridge's hotel. "A very sweet and nice moment for the right cause." His voice is husky and so low that I'm afraid it might disappear in the teatime babble. Though he'd never met William before ("really charming and a sensitive person"), Lauren says he was struck by how emotional he got observing the young duke in action, that it felt as though he were watching "one of my sons."
Ralph Lauren closes NY Fashion Week
Ralph Lauren has done amazing things for Breast Cancer! He is one of my absolute favorite designers as an American Icon and remains a staple in my closet today, tomorrow and forever! :)
Oct 28, 2014 @ 06:04 pm Marisa Sung
You'd think it was 1954 at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, where stepping inside the secret chapter rooms of sorority rush reveals a pre-Civil Rights Movement mind-set. But last fall, a group of women—black and white—stood up to the backward traditions that have kept the nation's largest Greek system segregated well into the 21st century.
Upon learning which sorority offered them a bid to join, pledges run from the University of Alabama's Bryant-Denny Stadium on August 17, 2013, to their new homes. As in years past, none of the pledges were African-American.
In August 2012, Chrystal Stallworth, of Lawton, Oklahoma, packed her bags and set off for sorority rush at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. She was the total package: 4.3 grade point average, premed, student body president of her high school, a cheerleader, and a volunteer for an organization that raises money to fight cancer. "I tried to make myself the all-around college candidate," she says. During the first round, Stallworth, now 20, visited the 16 Panhellenic sororities that participate in formal rush and loved every minute of touring the multimillion-dollar mansions and meeting the women who could be her sisters. "I was giving it my all," she says. "Trying to meet these people and be like, 'This is who I am.'"
But after the first round, she was invited back to only four houses. Other similarly qualified girls were asked back to nearly every house—more than the 12 maximum they were allowed to visit in the second round. In other words, sororities were fighting over them, while rejecting Stallworth. After the second round, she was invited back to only one house and decided to withdraw from rush. "I was really upset," Stallworth recalls. "It was probably one of the worst weeks I've ever spent at Alabama. It made me feel like, 'What am I doing here? Nobody wants me?' I felt like I didn't belong, which is hard, especially as an incoming freshman."
Weeks later, after classes had begun, Stallworth figured out what set her apart from other candidates: She's half black. "When I got on campus, I started noticing when I would see all the girls in sororities, there were no minorities, or if there were, maybe a few Asian women," Stallworth says. "I probably wouldn't have even noticed if I didn't have a best friend who is in a sorority at the University of Oklahoma. Her sorority is so diverse. … That was the point I realized, Whoa, people still do see race here."
THE LAST STAND
With more than 8,600 members, the Greek system at the University of Alabama is the nation's largest. At some universities, the Greek system may be an insignificant part of life on campus, but at Alabama—where one out of every four students belongs to a Greek-letter organization—Greeks rule the school. The bonds students foster at these organizations continue long after graduation, influencing job placements and even government elections. At the time Stallworth went through rush—and since the first sorority opened at the university in 1904—only one woman who was identifiably black had ever been offered a bid, or invitation to join, during formal recruitment. Her name was Carla Ferguson, and she pledged Gamma Phi Beta in 2003. (Another woman, Christina Houston, rushed Gamma Phi Beta in 2000, but it wasn't known that she was half black until after she was accepted.) When Ferguson was admitted, Alabama's then Panhellenic Association president Heather Schacht told The Tuscaloosa News, "We've made a big step today, and hopefully it is something that we can build on." But in the years that followed, none of the 16 traditionally white sororities extended a bid to an African-American, despite the fact that 90 percent of women who rush are offered a bid and at least a handful of black women rush each year. Perhaps more black women would give it a shot, but the Greek system's all-white reputation precedes it. "During orientation, someone advised us against rushing," says Halle Lindsay, 20, a junior from Dayton, Ohio, who attends Alabama with her twin sister. "Someone told my mom sororities don't really take black girls. Everyone from around here knows that, but being from out of state, you wouldn't really know. … It was really confusing, like, just because I'm black I can't be a part of this?"
Be True To Your School