Originally posted on Lindsey Out Loud:

(This blog post is dedicated to my fellow EpiPen-carrying, ingredient-label-loving, cafeteria-fearing FOOD ALLERGY SURVIVORS!) 



So, I’m not sure when today became a national holiday…but April 2nd has now officially de-throned Halloween as the hardest day to have a life-threatening allergy to peanuts.

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Looking for Fitness Motivation? HOOP Here it is!

A few months ago I was faced with the brutal, yet honest truth: my parents are in better cardiovascular shape than I am.

They can bike, and jog, and jump and zumba…I can make pizza out of just about anything.

Their weeks are incomplete without numerous trips to the gym…My weeks are incomplete without numerous trips to the CVS candy aisle.

They’re not far from their second thirtieth birthdays…I’m not far from 24.

Needless to say, their fitness habits haven’t rubbed off on me.

It’s not that I don’t want to maintain a healthy life-style, I just have a slight addiction to delicious food and hate the gym more than Obama hates Fox News.

But last night, a miracle occurred.

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Shampoo the Stereotype

The "Hipchick Bun." Slightly exaggerated.

The “Hipchick Bun.” Slightly exaggerated.

When I was in high school, I often rocked an awkward hairstyle that my friends referred to as, “The Hipchick bun.”

(Long story short: “Hipchick”was my nickname because “Hipchick1812″ had been my AOL screen-name since third grade. Yes…third grade. And the “bun” was my method of bunching my long, curly hair into a giant, fluffy bird’s nest on the top of my forehead.)

The look was far from stylish or “feminine,” but I wore it that way because I always found my hair to be a serious distraction.

I couldn’t stand the way it felt on my neck and shoulders. I hated how it got in my face and blinded me like a shaggy-dog. If it was down, all I wanted to do was put it back behind me in a pony-tail and get it out of the way.

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Congress, are you listening?

photo-24Dear Members of Congress,

Hi. How are you doing today? My guess is that you’ve seen better days.

It can’t be fun to be held responsible for the shutdown of the federal government.

It can’t be fun to know that congress approval ratings have plummeted to a historic low.

But don’t worry; I’m not here to write an uninformed angry blog post. There’s enough of that on the Internet as it is.

But I am here to do something crazy.

I know that the chances of you reading this letter are slim, and the chances of you listening to me are even slimmer – but hey! The federal government is already shut down. What do you have to lose?

If I have your attention, try this out:

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“How to Blow the Shofar Like a Champ”

imageShana Tova to everyone celebrating Rosh Hashanah!

For those of you who don’t know, Rosh Hashanah marks the start of the Jewish High Holy Days and the Jewish New Year!

It’s a day marked with age-old traditions.

Traditions like eating apples dipped in honey to symbolize a sweet new year….

Traditions like baking challah that is round – (instead of braided) – to represent the cyclical nature of a year…

And of course…

Traditions like the blowing of the shofar.

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Shame on you, Bravo. A note to “Princesses: Long Island” viewers


Photo credit: Bravo

When I was in 7th grade, I made the mistake of watching the horror film, “The Ring.”

Throughout the entire movie, I squeezed my friend’s hand, covered my eyes, and yelled “Make it stop!” “I can’t watch!” “I CAN’T!

And tonight, I found myself uttering these very words all over again.

Only this time, I wasn’t in a dark theater watching a psycho-thriller. I was on my own couch, in my own apartment, watching episodes 1 and 2 of Bravo‘s new series, “Princesses: Long Island.”

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Joining the Mile High Club Just Got Easier…And Creepier

VirginAmericaAirbus320neo1Virgin America should drop the word  “virgin” and replace it with something more fitting…like “horny.”

“Horny America.” It has a nice ring to it, no?

Because “mile high club” wannabes are exactly the types of people that this airline is going to attract, thanks to its new in-flight feature that allows passengers to engage in “mile high flirting.”

Yes…you read that correctly.

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5 Things You’ll See On An Episode of… “Stranded On A Deserted Island With The Kardashians”


“No! Please! I can’t be without my makeup!”

When the world inevitably stops watching the Krazy Kardashian Klan discuss which sister’s vagina smells better after guzzling pints of pineapple juice – (I kid you not, this was the plot of an entire episode) – the ‘k’ringe-worthy family will lose their contract with E! and be willing to do anything……ANYTHING…to remain relevant.

They’ll remove their (1,000 layers of) makeup.

They’ll kiss their mega-mansions goodbye.

And they’ll be shipped to a deserted island in the middle of the ocean…cut off from the rest of the world and forced to survive amongst the island’s natural resources.

No food. No shelter. No plastic surgeons.

Just the Kardashians…some sand…and a dozen hidden cameras.


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HELP! Our Favorite Disney Princesses Are TRAPPED In The Bodies of Celebrities!

Disney-Princesses-Wallpaper-disney-princess-6248012-1024-768They’ve escaped.

They’ve jumped out of our magical VHS tapes and landed in a world far more dangerous than the one created by Disney.

A world so alarming…so gruesomely terrifying that no fire-breathing dragon, no Ursula, no wicked-witch could EVER stand a chance.

The world I’m talking about of course is… HOLLYWOOD.

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Are you getting Tin-DUPED?

646-1-tinder[Warning: any adults above the age of 35 reading this article will probably have NO CLUE what I’m talking about…Which is a good thing, because Tinder is specifically targeted towards college students and young adults ages 18 to 24. AKA, if you are above the age of 35…and you have a Tinder…. you are a CREEPER. Join or EHarmony and stop hitting on college kids.]

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way…

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