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How To Avoid Tan-Lines! – an ode to modern fashion


Hi peeps!


Ok, so summer ist upon us. #observant

And I am very gradually coming to the conclusion that it might be time to change out the cardigans and scarves I’ve been wearing for clothes that will allow my skin to breathe and develop that radiant, healthy, sun-kissed glow.

i feel like that dress doesn’t do much for her complexion, but this is the color i’m going for

The only issue is, in order to wear summer clothing, I must own summer clothing.

In order to own summer clothing, I must buy summer clothing.

This is a very real obstacle.

See, what happens in clothing stores (and let’s be honest: we know I mean H&M #forlife) is that I walk in, all confident and cheerful, I drag myself around the aisles – despite armpit sweat and questionable oxygen levels – picking and choosing, like a good customer should.


Then, after standing in line for the changing rooms for *five minutes* (half and hour), I get to trying the things on.

And suddenly, the mirrors are surrounding me!

The flourescent lights are blinding my eyes, all I can do is to squint suspiciously at my reflection…

Searching for the clothes I supposedly just put on… And the terror hits me!

please pay us 30 bucks to be naked :)

My knees wobble.

I desperately attempt to free myself from the strips of fabric.

Whimpering, I slide down the wall and hit the floor.

My body, once so motivated and full of life, now lies helplessly on the scratchy carpet, waiting to be rescued.

One leg halfway through a pair of hot-pants, price-tags strewn around me like bullets.

Limbs twitching.

I….can’t…go on….

Accepting the vicious, cruel reality of what is now considered fashion, I consider the advantages of nudism.

No tan-lines?

should i give in to the pressures of society?

Deciding to preserve my dignity, I opt for…procrastination.

Shopping can be completed a different time.





Band of Brothers – more time-travelling, yay!


Hi peeps,


I was just talking about how I seem to have travelled to a land of a different age (Ticino, no wifi, you may remember), but who would’ve thought that I would delve into yet another magical realm?

Now, perhaps some of you share my deep fascination with historical happenings, and even if you don’t, there must at least be a certain appreciation for the soldiers and the fighting of World War II (all wars, really).

Regardless; Last Christmas, I found myself watching the BBC series “Band of Brothers” (based on the book) as if my life depended on it. I finished it in one day, and then started right over and watched it all again. It was the first time I had really gotten into it, and there was no going back.

(For those who don’t know: “Band of Brothers” is about Easy Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne in World War II. They were the guys who invaded the Normandy on D-Day, June 6th. For those who don’t know what that means: Wikipedia.)

I then proceeded to binge-watch every WWII movie I could find – Schindler’s List, The Pianist, Saving Private Ryan, and the like – and simultaneously consuming pages and pages of Wikipedia articles – basically just reading, watching, and crying all week. #timeofmylife

at one point i think i was actually crying while explaining to my brother why he absolutely had to do the same – he didn’t seem convinced…for some reason

Well, having just recently been exposed to “La Vita E Bella”, as well as having a surviving Jew visit our school and recount his experience of the war, I decided that a little mid-summer depression would be appropriate, which is what has gotten me where I am now.

I have started reading the book “Band of Brothers”.

And by “started”, I mean I’m half way through and I’ve cried twice, the rest of the time just basking in the bad-ass.

Being close to eighteen years old, this book is making a huge impression. It would at any age, really, but let me explain why:

Most of the enlisted men were only slightly older than all of my guy friends – some the same age – so after watching the series, all I could do in class was sit there, envisioning horrible, tragic deaths for all of my male classmates, bringing myself close to tears (all while in complete silence). I must have looked *mildly* insane, actually.

*look normal*

Reading the book is of course bringing all of these thoughts and emotions back.

So, the sun shines and the flowers bloom and I sit beside a sparkling lake, with mountains in the distance and happy, chattering people surrounding me.

While reading about the terrors of WWII.

And it’s AWESOME.

It brings these people all back to life, and it makes you realize how important all those individual men were, and at the same time, how small you, one person, really are. All of those young men – almost still children, really – deserve to be remembered.

Anywho, this has turned into a bit of a ramble, but I needed to share this with you. You get it, surely.

Come join me in my glorious haze of emotions!




in a land before time…… #ticino #noWIFI


Buongiorno peeps!


I mentioned briefly in my last post that I am currently staying in the Italian part of Switzerland with a friend, AND IT IS FABULOUS!

I won’t go into the discussion about whether or not it should be considered part of “Switzerland” or Italy (it’s Italy), but basically, the only thing missing here to be happy is wifi.

And then again, it gives us a reason to leave the house and actually enjoy the world.

#mastersofnature #beargrylls Appreciating the ways of our ancestors.

There actually isn’t even a Starbucks here. This simply proves that the Italians are preserving their true culture!

Also, that Starbucks isn’t as close to world domination as we thought.

Also, another way this trip has brought me back down to reality, is by showing me the effects of my three-year Italian class.

The one sentence I’ve memorized by now: Come si usa il wifi? Haha like I need to translate that.

I’m not complaining about anything though, as my tan (sunburn) is coming along quite nicely.





Onision Restored My Confidence


Hey peeps,


Before I’m off to go swimming (talk about too darn hott), I’d like to say something about Onision, aka Gregory Jackson. (check out his main channel here)

It can very well be argued that Onision says too much sometimes. Too direct, too harsh, extremely judgemental. Quite often, his opinions are highly controversial.

And I don’t think we would get along. At all, really. He’s too unforgiving a person for me to forgive – ya dig?

However, you have to hand it to him: A lot of what he says, as un-sugarcoated as it is, can be very true – and that seems to be his motto anyways.

Especially on his channel “UhOhBro”

And despite everything, I actually have a rather subjective and very personal reason to appreciate his channels, and that is this video.

Now, I’m sorry that the video might well be offensive to plenty of other people – I mean, what he says might not even be entirely true – but honestly, I don’t care.

I can tell you: I work out. I eat healthy. Am i skinny? No I am not. Do I have a thigh gap? Nooo I don’t. In fact, with my specific build, I’d actually have to starve myself to the point of emaciation to have any mentionable thigh gap.

Now, I have always known that I was healthy, and that, logically, I shouldn’t need a thigh gap for any real reason. Not only that, I am normally an extremely confident girl, and one who cares very little about the judgement of the masses.

And yet, this predisposition couldn’t prevent the effect that social media and other women’s expectations had on me for years, undermining my self confidence, substracting from my personal happiness.

Then, in a moment of particular resentment towards this goal I would never reach, I discovered Onision’s video. All I can say is that watching it gave me more confidence than I had had in ages. It felt good just to hear anybody go on about how okay it is not to be skinny – but especially a guy, considering the less than honest relationship between most girls (discussed in this recent post).

Alas, this is an unlikely scene irl…

And it’s not just that one video that deserves more gratitude. Onision has made countless videos promoting common sense and healthy lifestyles, instead of what might be a popular opinion or, in this case, a (for most, though not all, as he admits) unattainable and unhealthy beauty ideal. He keeps it real, and though I may disagree with some things he says, I respect that.

I will watch his videos. Until. He. Stops. Posting.




Too Darn Hottt #queue jazz music


Yello peeps,


I don’t believe I’ve mentioned yet where I live. So, meet Switzerland!

I go to school on the tip of that mountain in the back, actually. Also, we wear lederhosen and dirndls to school and have private jodeling lessons. I do love my country though, tbh.

And to refer to my title: In a place where 25° celcius is an unusual treat, we have of late been enjoying temperatures that go all the way into the mid 30s! (ahhh the song reference suddenly makes sense – groovy)

*smiles as her body burns to a crisp*

So while this is certainly a welcome change from snowflakes in May, I, as a humble human, do have a few *comments*.

1. I have conceded to living almost solely in my bedroom with the fan blowing directly on me at the highest setting.

just relishing the cool breeze over here

2. Because without this, I cannot draw enough oxygen into my weak, spoiled lungs.

3. The fact that I am 100% single with no prospects whatsoever has actually become a true comfort in my life – as I don’t have to worry about my SO drowing in my sweat as we make out.

summer would take a dark turn

4. I am quite convinced that something like this will soon happen:

Commuting to work/school/meeting friends via tram, all the hawt (aww yeah) passengers crowd to the shady side of the vehicle, and all seems to be going well, UNTIL

“I thought I could…”







I’m just sayin’.

It could happen.

I have also been spending an inordinate amount of time sprawled out on my bed in my bikini. So in case my neighbors can see through my window: you’re welcome.

and ja betta believe it

Anyway, in this time of hardship, with all this beautiful weather, I have become particularly grateful for life-saving things such as

cold showers

hello me


also me

just water actually

70% me


oh and theres me again

–> I just summed up heaven for you ;)

So go have a lemonade ˆˆ




how to react when a friend fishes for compliments – the truthful guide


Darling peeps, what a gorgeous day it is!


So, we’ve all been there – the land of self-loathing and critique, that is – and I can’t be far off in saying that we’ve all complained to our patient friends about how fat, weird, unpopular, or ugly we are (queue the tiny violin). In other words: We love to self-depricate.

And the only problem in this wonderfully liberating exercise is that sometimes, those friends aren’t quite as patient and doting as we had hoped.

I’m talking about responses like

“omg I’ve gained so much weight” – “well then just go on a diet for a while and you’ll be fine”


“ugh I have like two friends and everyone hates me” – “well, two friends is all you really need to have a good time!”

I could go on (with my vast experience of the fishing, no judgement pls), but I think you get the picture. I mean what really bugs me is that the “friends” giving these responses are genuinely trying to help, and usually, they’re even right!

But what they don’t understand:

Just flat out deny all flaws. That’s right. Live in denial. #healthyhabits

Now, as of yet I’m not saying much that hasn’t been said before by someone or another. However. Here it comes.

Then there are the people who just lose all sense of etiquette and humoring. And. They. Join. In.


This is when we have examples like these delightful ones:

“omg I’ve gained so much weight” – “well you have been eating a lot of dessert, tbh….”

“ugh I have like two friends and…” – “I think that’s because people don’t like your first impression, actually”

I’m sorry, give me a moment.

Because this has just rendered me speechless.

It’s like they’ve never even heard of LYING.

That’s the answer really.

Whether it’s the best friend, or the mother, or the brother who doesn’t even care if you look fat in that dress.

Yes, that’s the moral: Lie, kids, lie your asses off. Because it makes everyone happy.

Dishonesty is the right way to go.


so much serenity




The Truth About Black Audis


Good morning peeps!

Now you might wonder what on earth I could possibly tell anyone about cars, and you would be right. However, the truth is always (or at least often) in the eye of the beholder, so don’t underestimate my ability to edify just yet.


You have no idea what expertise are simply waiting to amaze you.

So trust me; I may not know how to change a tire, I may not know know how to drive a stick – in fact, I can’t drive at all – but let me enlighten the world about just one thing: black audis.


Look at it. It appears innocent enough, no?


Wanna be friends? No. Don’t even. Don’t listen to it. I know it’s shiny.

Well believe me when I assure you: This car may be harmless. But. Its driver is not.

There is something about the slick, slightly bad-ass look of the black audi, the smooth drive, the subtle gear shifts (actually, I wouldn’t know if this is true, but you get my point) that attracts a *certain* type of person like BEES TO HONEY. I kid you not.

*applause for fabulous pun* – mehhhhh

These drivers are a special kind of evil, for they do not seem to realize that – as my mother so cleverly put it – the laws of physics (or any laws, really) apply to them.

Let me visualize my message. Some typical, endearing habits of said drivers include, but are not limited to:

1. Riding your tail.

2. Driving through red lights.

3. Motioning profanities via car windows.

4. Passing at inconvenient – yes, this is a euphamism for “life threatening” – times.

And though I have no official studies or scientific evidence to “prove” this, my family and I have seen it happen time and again. Therefore, I’d like to call out to society, in an attempt to bring awareness to this topic of mass insanity! Pray to the gods – or better, car dealers – that one day, black audis might be saved from the fate of being cursed with such an unsightly reputation! Trust that things can get better! Nothing is impossible!

paradox, anyone?

Heed the warning! Don’t be that guy! …And drive safely ;)