Bree Davies

Ramona of Ramona And The Swimsuits once said, “I’m not meant to be a grown up.”

 I’m 31. Other than a year I spent learning about life in New York City, I was born and raised in Denver. I drink coffee out of a Mason jar. I’m left-handed. I wear glasses to see. I’m a struggling Catholic, a feminist, a Virgo and a razor straight girl in a world of radically inspiring queers.  I’m obsessed with dying modes of communication, namely rotary dial telephones and glossy magazines. I wish Facebook was Myspace and that The Hills never ended. My mom thinks I live in a commune.

Oh, and I met John Waters recently, so I’m good. 

Twitter: @cocodavies

What I Do, Job-wise: Write full-time, play bass full-time, and work part-time for the world’s largest specialty apparel retailer, which, out of love and anonymity, I refer to as Shirt Folding Store.


What I Do, Fun-wise: Go to shows. Play shows. Sleep. Worship the gym/Henry Rollins. Text. Write. Talk. A lot.

My Motto: There are two kinds of women on this planet. I’m the other kind.

My Anti-Motto: Get ‘er done

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Robert Redford. But I don’t really watch movies. My first real crush was Billy Corgan. I still have bad taste.

My “celebs to make out with” list: Ezra Koenig, Ryan Ross, Dr. Drew, Gerard Way,  Nick Valensi, and Milo Aukerman -- 20 years ago.

The Most Played Song On My iTunes: “What You Need” by The Weeknd

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: I tried to read Tom Robbins’ Even Cowgirls Get The Blues to impress a man. I got three-fourths of the way through. Tom Robbins doesn’t know shit about women.

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Uggs, stretch pants, a scrunchie and a Lykke Li t-shirt

Beauty Products That I Hoard: Vaseline, Aquanet, and I swear by Palmer’s Cocoa Butter. 


I Smell Like: Chanel Mademoiselle