On beauty routines, and when they fail
How differences fundamentally shape even our smallest rituals
How I became convinced my hair wasn’t curly, it was defective
Using a remedial lotion—that may not even work—only worsened my body image.
Many women’s magazines promise to show readers how to fake eight hours of sleep with the help of the neutral paste, and an arsenal of highlighters, lash curlers, and other tools.
There are a slew of products aimed at black men with this problem, but I found relief in early-20th-century razor technology. Now, a Silicon Valley entrepreneur has built a company around the old-fashioned solution.
What if it’s French?
I've tried creams, wands, and almost got surgery. Now, a new treatment is on the horizon.
Isotretinoin, better known as Accutane, is the acne drug of last resort. It let me shed my skin—literally—for the price of some gnarly side effects.
18-30 grams of protein and a lot of internalized ideas about masculinity per serving
For years, I relaxed my black hair using painful chemicals as a way to find acceptance in my mostly white environment.
Hair removal, at its core, is a form of gendered social control.
I don’t want no scrubs.
It’s convenient, but bad for the scalp. So bad it might lead to hair loss.
Why the dubious claims of so many skin-care companies go unquestioned and untested