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Protect your toes from rain, snow, slush and everything else with these six waterproof kicks.   1. This boot's inner fleece is made entirely from recycled bottles. Wear the shoe as is, or turn the top down to expose the lining. It's like two feel-good boots in one. WOMEN’S SWAZEY WARM WATERPROOF BOOTS, $170, TIMBERLAND.COM   2. This is basically the Miley Cyrus of shoes. You can't take your eyes off that tongue. SYLVIA, $150, DRMARTENS.COM    3. Weather the storm in style with these lumberjack-inspired boots.  BRANDO, $79, REPORTSHOES.COM   4. These closures and buckles have a...
It takes approximately 31 minutes for me to travel from the poorly painted brown steps of my apartment to my desk above Chelsea Market. From my work perch, I often feel untouchable, watching the cars race beneath me on 8th Avenue and tourists crawl along the Highline. But on the subway—as a 26-year-old, 120-pound woman—I’m the exact opposite: touchable, moveable, and less important than an orange backpack. As the subway doors open and the mass of us file into the car, the subway etiquette dance begins....
  Weee-wooo!  Sound the ADORABLENESS ALARM! Unless you’re currently performing brain surgery, you need to stop what you’re doing IMMEDIATELY and look at this pregnancy photoshoot starring Lilica, a four-year-old pinscher mix from Brazil:   This gorgeous gallery of gestational glee is the brainchild of photographer Ana Paula Grillo, who saw her neighbor’s pup ready to pop and had an idea. Grillo told Mashable that she’d seen human women do photo shoots to celebrate their pregnancies, and “I saw her big belly and I thought, this is it.”     Grillo...
I’m at my office when the book finds its way to the discarded book pile near my desk —it’s Emma Donaghue’s Room. It’s the word "room" that gets me—that specific, painful indicator of constraint. I read the back of the book and think, “I could never.”The premise is too awful, too real, like a well, and I’ve made a rule: Don’t watch, don’t read, and don’t think anything that triggers memories.I’m not one for a trigger warning because I do know that confrontation must happen....
  “What are you?” Demetrius, my fellow sixth-grade student and keeper of my pre-pubescent anxiety, had asked me randomly one day. It had been a good day because I hadn’t had a panic attack on the school bus that morning. Any day that started out with successfully avoiding a full-fledged anxiety meltdown in my twelve-year-old body was a good fucking day indeed.I had glanced at him, unsure and nervous. Unsure because I had no idea what he meant, nervous because a person was talking to me.“Huh?”...
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