GUEST POST: DIY Marble Shorts

NOTE: Yes, I am still at camp, and this is a scheduled *guest post* by Sarah Miller. I will continue normal posting when I get back from camp in late August.

I usually don’t like shorts. But I like shorts now. Mostly because I have an easy way to turn jeans into the best shorts. Here is how.

1. Sort through your stacks of jeans. If you are lucky a cute and tiny dog will give you support. Find a pair you are willing to destroy with love and magic.

2. Use a straight edge to draw the cutting line. This part is sort of important; this is where you want to cut them at an angle like I did in the picture. I promise it is just more flattering. Cut above the line.

3. You will use some bleach and a bucket for this part. Take all of your items outside.

Most likely your current pair of new cut off shorts will be a terribly dumb color. So you have a choice, dip the whole dang pair in the bucket, use a stick to splatter, or do a gradual dip like this:

The first dip is quick and you can immediately see the colors changing. Rinse them off and pour more bleach in the bucket.

4. Then just dip the tips of the shorts and leave them in the bleach for about 10 minutes. Don’t worry about the dips being perfect because the more messy the splashes, the prettier the shorts.

I love the marbled effect.

5. Rinse again, wash, and you are now a boss man or lady.

Some tips & things:
*if you skip the rinsing parts there will be more marble.
*dispose of the bleach in a nice way.
*tighter jeans don’t work quite as well.
*don’t let tiny dogs help during the bleach part. It could hurt them!
*remember to use gloves while handling bleach.
*you can’t mess this up.

GUEST POST: Clara Bow and the Flappers

NOTE: This is a scheduled guest post. It was written by Catelyn B. Thanks1, Catelyn!

One of my many inspirations is Clara Bow and the Flapper style. She inspired me to get a bob (I feel so much like a Flapper now. For those of you too chicken to get a bob, do it, and then give your hair to Locks of Love!). She was also a wonderful actress. In her movie, It, she suggestively stares at her handsome boss. When the director asked her what she was doing she said, “the first look was for the lovesick dames in the audience, the second look, that passionate stuff, was for the boys an’ their poppas, and the third look…well, just about the time all them old ladies’re shocked an’ scandalized by the passionate part, they suddenly see the third look, change their minds ’bout me havin’ naughty ideas, an’ go home thinkin’ how pure an’ innocent I was.” Clara Bow rose from the slums of Brooklyn to become the ‘It Girl’ of Hollywood.

I love the Flapper style partly because of the Flappers themselves. They were these badass ladies who drank, smoke, drove their cars super fast, wore their hems high and lots of make up, and bobbed their hair of course! The other thing I love about the Flappers is their well known dresses with the little strings of fabric coming off of them that spin when you dance (I rented one of these to wear to my 9th grade homecoming dance). When you are brave enough to get a bob, completing the Flapper look is really easy. Dry your hair a little bit at the ends. If you have really straight hair, all you have to do is put phomollient in your hair right as you get out of the shower. Don’t comb your hair! Dry your hair with a diffuser. Hold the diffuser on each side of your head for a few seconds. Get a cool scarf and BOOM! Flapper style!

GUEST POST: Feminism Essay by Narita

NOTE: This is a guest post, written by reader Narita, while I am away for the summer. To read more from Narita, visit her own blog at

Hello, lovely readers of Ruby’s blog. I’m today’s guest writer. My name is Narita and I am fourteen years old. I’ll be a high school junior after this summer break… And, as a feminist, my few years high school have given me some pretty weird experiences.

I’ve been in dropout recovery during my sophomore year, because of bullying. For those unfamiliar with dropout recovery, I had two teachers, always the same ones, and they were always watching me and my peers. There was one woman- her name doesn’t matter- I thought she was horrible. One day she brought in ‘cupcakes’, and believe me, they were more a pile of cereal than a cupcake. It was an insult to cupcakes of the world to call that pile of cereal a cupcake. But, as she said, it was a ‘light cupcake, because I’ve got to think about my diet.’ I love food- I love cupcakes. I don’t ever diet because I care about health and I don’t think diets are healthy or necessary. She disagreed.

“Being skinny is one important goal of a woman’s life,” she said. YEAH RIGHT, I thought. SO, I’M NOT A WOMAN ANYMORE, I GUESS? I identify as a woman. I biologically am a woman. I feel like a woman, and I think any of those things is enough to ‘be a woman’. You don’t suddenly lose your once you decide to eat real cupcakes, instead of cereal piles in a paper foil because ‘It keeps you skinny.’ Oh, another quote: “Girls don’t fart.” I fart. So do you. Everyone farts, and I demand my right to do so.

My junior friends all told me about a teacher that proclaimed herself a feminist. This teacher also made everyone meditate during class, which likely didn’t help her popularity much, either.
“She’s way too into feminism,” they said. I never discuss feminism with friends who don’t identify as feminists, so I couldn’t say anything else than ‘why?’. She changed tests. Every ‘he’ became a ‘she’. So questions like ‘’John and her friends were riding a bike’’ and “Carl didn’t mind sharing her money” weren’t uncommon.

‘That’s not feminism,’ I said. “It’s the opposite; it’s sexism. It’s not equality at all.” They didn’t understand how I knew those things since I never discussed feminism with them, but this woman is one reason that a good part of my school hates feminists. Thank you very much, Ms. I Don’t Even Know Your Name But You’re Not A Feminist.

My classmates- most of them are fifteen, sixteen. I’m one of the younger ones, probably “the weird kid with the tear-print blouse”. They don’t get me, I guess. I’m used to questions like “Why are you wearing that? Guys don’t find that attractive at all.”

It’s not my goal in high school to be prom queen or something. I don’t need a boyfriend; I’d rather be friends with guys actually. I like how I dress. I don’t want a boyfriend if I have to change to get one. Personally, my goal in high school is to have fun and end up graduating, because the latter is kind of the point, anyway.
I have one friend who smokes at a regular basis. She’s fifteen and therefore not allowed to, but her school doesn’t really care about her health or the legal aspect. They care more about if she’ll be able to get pregnant. Who says she, an honor student with straight A’s and a university dream, wanted to get pregnant at all? She’s more like a career woman, but her counselor decided it was more important for her to have a baby. This is why it’s important that people recognize that feminism is still necessary, and that feminists are for equality alone.

I asked friends for examples of sexism they experienced in high school, or how people have reacted to feminism or feminists. A freshman friend replied: ‘Femiwhat?’ It isn’t spoken about. Feminism may as well not exist, as far as our school is concerned. Women may as well not exist. In history, we learn that “somewhere last century there was a women who gave us voting rights or something”. If this is what we get in high school, how do they expect us to grow into responsible and independent adults?