There’s a big difference between wearing a push-up bra to make my boobs go from an A to a C and taking that bra off and shoving my tits in some grandpa’s face.
sex work
dancing
The only reality competition series I’ve ever loved is back for its ninth season. I’m trying to sort out why it matters to me so much.
dancing
I genuinely have the worst moves ever. Here's how you can, too!
dancing
Trying to make it in New York as a dancer is a humbling and sometimes humiliating experience. What I was not prepared for was the racial divisiveness in the hip-hop dance community and the accompanying white guilt that followed.
dancing
What grown woman wouldn’t want to feel that overall sense of aplomb stepping on to a dance floor, or better, carrying that same poise and assurance into a meeting, decision or any situation room later?
chippendales
I am putting this article in the sex category, but I want you to know right now that the Chippendales have NOTHING to do with sex.
art
I never thought when I became a nanny that I would leave with a much bigger and much more broken heart. Can a four-year-old be your hero?
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Relationships,
art,
big lessons,
change,
dancing,
family drama,
girls,
hugs,
jobs,
love,
moving on,
nannying,
sad
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:00pm | 0 comments
