@sircrowley: Your total doppelganger!
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french actor/ model is breath takingly stylish.
Elizabeth Banks: I Thank Birth Control Pills for My Son
Just over a year ago, my son Felix was born via gestational surrogacy. He came out of me nine months early and because of my broken belly, his babycake was baked in a wonderful angel’s oven and now — I can’t believe it — he’s a year old and walking. He has expanded my capacity for joy a thousand-fold.
His life would have been much harder to come by if not for the birth control pill. How’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a simple fact: The pill is used for many situations that have nothing to do with the prevention of pregnancy. The pill was prescribed to me when hormonally induced migraines kept me locked up in dark rooms for days at a time. It was prescribed to me to regulate insanely painful cramps every month — cramps so painful that I often vomited.
And here’s a little secret I am happy to blow the lid off of: The pill is often prescribed during the IVF (in vitro fertilization) process to help MAKE BABIES! That’s right, women dealing with infertility are often put on the pill to help regulate a cycle so that they might have a more successful IVF. The pill is used to manage ovarian cysts, endometriosis and other conditions too. Not to mention, it helps couples plan for wanted children.
Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a woman grateful for my necessary and very helpful medication. And I’m sure glad I don’t have to discuss any of these conditions, including infertility, with my employer.
A girlfriend and I recently wondered what would be more mortifying: having to tell her male employer she needed birth control to mitigate a heavy flow or just bleeding all over herself in the office?
So with that image in mind, I encourage all women — and the men in their lives — to protect access to birth control, and encourage our politicians to take women’s health issues out of the political process.
For more information, please visit the most comprehensive and willing advocates for women’s health in America: www.plannedparenthood.org.
Peggy!
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I DON’T LIKE MONDAYS x THE STYLE STUDENT GIVEAWAY
This week I teamed up with the trendy online boutique based out of New York, I DON’T LIKE MONDAYS, to do my first giveaway. Look at that gorgeous skull ring, how could I say no? Enter to win this ring by:
- Following The Style Student on Tumblr & reblogging this post
- Signing up for the I Don’t Like Monday’s newsletter here
The contest will close on January 10, 2012 at 8:40PM EST. I will confirm and announce the winner on my blog shortly after. I DON’T LIKE MONDAYS will be in contact with the winner (so make sure those ask boxes are open!). So easy, right? Good luck! XO
Boardwalk Empire State of Mind by Erik Weiner
Represent the Federal, rolling with Van Alden
He’s the full Nelsan, me, I’ve got the worst game
Agent Sebso, I don’t even know my first name!
I shouldn’t miss my DVR this much…
It’s killing me but I have to scroll past all the tumblrs I follow who blog about my favorite shows. With the move, we had to return our DVR and our cable provider isn’t available here. I’m missing out on so much t.v.!!!
“Yes!”…or at least, I thought so
365 + of marriage, and pure misery. We both agree this has been the hardest, most miserable, most depressing year of our lives. But it’s not because of each other. We are no longer the girl and boy who met innocently one day in March. We are old, wrinkled, tired and hopeless. I spent the majority of my waking day crying yesterday. How can we feel so alone, together?
Our next 365 days starts in a few weeks. These few weeks will be very trying and exhausting. But once our new year starts, I hope we never have to look back. I hope I can start living through an entire day without tears sneaking out, leaving long tight trails and chapping my cheeks. I hope I find that girl who I used to be. I hope my seven year turn around starts soon, and every poisoned cell dies away and melts into the earth to be reborn as a future wish, hope and dream for my new life.
I hope I regain faith in karma. I hope that something makes me believe that justice exists again. I hope when we leave this toxic place that everything becomes how it should be, before it’s too late.
wine! *whineeee*
Despite being told I need to “run everyday for at least a mile”, in a sort of insult to my shape/weight/appearance, I am eating Better Made chips and drinking wine.
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