I love selfies. They’re the biggest breakthrough in photography since (arguably) the invention of the camera itself. I find it difficult to think of any images that satisfy me more than selfies.

Many adults (and plenty of teens — primarily boys) are extremely critical of the selfie, accusing these shots of being vain, or obnoxious, or embarrassing. Taking a selfie in private is conceited; taking a selfie in public is humiliating. Your friends will call you out if they catch you posing for a Snapchat at a party, and posting more than one selfie on any form of social media within a given set of days (maybe weeks) could very well make you a social pariah.

Obviously, I do not share these views. I fucking love selfies. Unfortunately, these are just the social stigmas attached to front-facing photographs. But why? What’s the point of being so cynical about a truly honest self-portrait? If Van Gogh had an iPhone, you bet your ass he would be snapping selfies all damn day. Van Gogh would probably give up painting if he had Snapchat.

Selfies are, in a broad sense, an artistic movement. In an article regarding Kim Kardashian’s new selfie-portrait book, Selfishcontributor David Wallace-Wells said, “Over the last year or two, the selfie’s actually also undergone exactly the kind of category reimagining we’ve been talking about — from punch line and sign of end of culture to subject we can’t stop thinking about as a majorly meaningful relic of the present day.”

What do selfies say about the present day? How will they echo into the next generations? No doubt, they’ll continue to evolve — look at how far they’ve come in just a short amount of time: from the addition of front-facing cameras on iPhones to the newest development in selfie technology, the selfie stick. We see people on college campuses and in Times Square and on the beach using these arm-extenders, and we make fun of them. But maybe they’re just trying to include all of their friends in a picture, or are enjoying a family vacation, or just want to take the best version of a photo that they can without having to ask a stranger to take the picture for them. Maybe they’re just having fun by taking a photograph in which they can be their most authentic selves.

I don’t just love selfies. I love celebrity selfies. These are pictures that let us into the most personal parts of their lives — sometimes without makeup, sometimes with a dog, sometimes late at night. We could have photoshopped pictures of Kylie Jenner on the cover of Cosmo, looking kind of robotic, or we could have her selfie videos on Snapchat, which are hilarious and gorgeous and turn her into a human person rather than a caricature. A huge part of why culture has begun to embrace selfies can be accredited to the Kardashian-Jenner family. It’s noteworthy and kind of commendable that they’ve let us into their lives in such a specific way with their reality show, yet there is still something special about a Kardashian selfie. It reveals so much, and allows us to see them from a different perspective, which is entirely the point of a selfie.

Personally, I don’t like posing for pictures. It causes a lot of drama among family and friends, but I’m a very self-conscious person, and I don’t like seeing pictures and feeling uncomfortable with the way I look. A selfie gives me complete and total control — I dictate the angle, the lighting, the way my hair and face looks. I can delete and not have to worry about it being posted anywhere if I don’t like it. It’s a photograph completely for me.

I recently started a blog where I post my different outfits and selfies, most of them taken while on my break at work. I used to have this selfie blog locked, in which it was only accessible by entering a password. What’s the point of that? In writing this post, I’ve realized that I need to completely detach any shame from my selfies. Why should I, or anyone, feel embarrassed or “self-obsessed” for wanting to share the photos in which we feel our very best? Posting a selfie takes the highest level of confidence. It is, to a degree, a vulnerable image of ourselves that we reveal uncomfortably, and that we try to joke about when we do — “Haha, I posted a selfie, I’m so fake.” Let’s drop that stigma. Let’s be proud to share our selfies.


I ♥ New York

I’ve officially been living in Manhattan for almost 4 weeks and it’s been THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE. I basically get to do everything I’ve always wanted to do when I lived in the suburbs, which includes: walk to Soho, eat amazing food, visit my ladies at the Huffington Post, spend so much money, see celebrities, go to fun tapings, movies and concerts, and live as a strong, independent, sassy bitch. Also, I have to do a lot of school work, but don’t kill my vibe.

To be perfectly cliche, I’M LIVING OUT MY DAMN DREAMS. Hopefully soon Harry Styles will start cooking and cleaning and singing me to sleep in my dorm. Basically, anything can happen in NYC.

Here are some of my favorite things this month:

Say what you will about Kim and Kanye, but they are a POWER COUPLE and their combined style is amazing. F the haters.

“The list of things that keep me up at night includes but is not limited to: appendicitis, typhoid, leprosy, unclean meat, foods I haven’t seen emerge from their packaging, foods my mother hasn’t tasted first so that if we die we die together, homeless people, headaches, rape, kidnapping, milk, the subway, sleep.”

Buzzfeed had an accomplished bartender mix celebrity-inspired drinks. The Taylor Swift is on point.

Feeling oh so #blessed that I get to see the critically-acclaimed Whiplash at the New York Film Festival at the end of this month.

Here’s my take on the selfie: a selfie is the best kind of photo there is, primarily because you can manipulate the camera anyway you want to give you a picture that you’re happy with. People that talk shit about selfies probably just don’t know how to take a good one. Take as many selfies as your heart desires and never apologize!

Brangelina wedding is everything.

I started a new blog recapping every episode of Saved By The Bell. I only have one post as of right now (school is crazy busy) but hopefully this weekend I can get it fully up and running:

Last night we went into midtown, ate pizza, saw Ed Sheeran sing “Don’t” live at Radio City Music Hall (my first time ever being there!) and then basically had a night of exploring. New York City is kinda pretty I guess.

I know I blog about him a lot, but Dane Dehaan is on a different damn level as Lucien Carr in Kill Your Darlings.

Matty Healy from The 1975 is one of the most earnest and giving performers. Also he’s drunk as shit and he sounds *amaze* on one of my fave tracks, “Talk”. I swoon.

Last week I met Michael Cera after seeing his Broadway debut, This is Our Youth. It was nice. I’m in love with him.


Tonight I was lucky enough to get tickets to a taping of the Late Show with David Letterman! They made it very clear to us that it’s a big deal to go at this point since it’s Dave’s last season, and not even they know when his last show will be. It was so funny, he’s an incredibly awesome guy, and I got to see my love Mindy Kaling in the flesh. Overall 10/10, would recommend.

“Don’t let people cast you as a side character in your relationships, in your jobs, in your life.”

Get this shit away from me.

My personal mantra

Chris Pratt is my everything, and Guardians of the Galaxy was the film of the damn summer. Don’t ever fight me on this.

Everything has changed and yet I am more me than I’ve ever been. – Iain Thomas

I’m still terrible

It’s December, and my quality of living is still pretty low. This week is especially off to a bangin’ start, as I’ve had heartburn for 3 days straight and cannot remove my eyeballs from the torture that is College Confidential. My life has become an endless cycle of 30 Rock, pretzel crisps, and One Direction, so I’m obviously the worst person alive right now, but at least I’m a getting a little bit more Lemon-y everyday.

Being a neurotic idiot presents itself with the unique challenge of balancing bad jokes with true, genuine human fear, so I’m walking the tightrope on a pretty regular basis. I love my life, and it’s totally awesome, but sometimes I wish my brain could just give me, like, a two-minute break. Even in my dreams, I’m aware that I’m dreaming, and I try to start plotting out ways to make things go better. Inception has done a lot for me, but not always in great ways.

Again, my life is totally privileged, and I appreciate that I can have things like Netflix and food and classes with smart people who patronize me in a loving way. December signals the holiday season, so I’m especially grateful that my family is gung-ho on decorating and giving gifts and eating good food. While I wish that my desire to spice it up with a little Judaism was respected (DAD), it’s always been nice and comforting to grow up with people who really believe in something like Christmas. Not exactly the religious aspect, but the celebration and togetherness of it all. It definitely gives me something to be less blah about.

Here are the things that are keeping me (mildly) sane this month:

I want to cuddle up with Zayn Malik when he wears turtlenecks. He gives off a very James Dean-y vibe, no? This is my favorite song off of their new album, Midnight Memories, which is basically this whole big testament to being on the cusp of adulthood and being angsty and lovely at the same time. This is their first time performing “Through the Dark” live, and I think they did an excellent job.

Teen queen Tavi Gevinson‘s December Editor’s Letter reminds me why I love to write. As someone who isn’t incredibly nostalgic about high school, she made me feel something. Incredible.

I just came across Zuhair Murad‘s s/s 2007 line on Tumblr, and I’m blown away. Wish I had stumbled upon it earlier. This look especially caught my eye — it’s delicate and lacy, yet still gives off a strong and feminine vibe. File under ‘Things I need a time machine for’.

Girls is one of my favorite television shows, because I want to be Lena Dunham. That short clip of her crying in her cubicle is basically me, whenever I’m watching something from Plus, Adam Driver is a great actor, and isn’t too hard on the eyes.

All I want for Christmas is Harry Styles and his indie sunglasses and multitude of flannels and head-wraps.



This is the shit that gives me LIFE.

Jennifer Lawrence is the queen of the world. In the words of B.J. Novak:



8tracks lead me to The Vamps, an adorable British band (slightly boy-band-ish, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt for the time being) who just nails it on every level.

Bless whoever made this, and bless both the hotness of the Beckham family and the uncanny resemblance between David and Liam Payne.

Paul Rudd + One Direction + so many guest stars = I am forever changed.

Current obsession: Pop Danthology 2013. Especially love the “Wrecking Ball”-“Locked Out of Heaven”-“I Knew You Were Trouble” bit.

Enjoy life, and be less like me!