As told by Jessica.

Pepperdine junior. Managing Editor, Graphic Online.

Read here: pepperdine-graphic.com

Purple shampoo: something to really rave about

My hair was eight weeks from its last visit to the salon and two before I could get an appointment. I was desperate. My once-honey toned highlights had faded into a brassy, near-copper hue. If you ask me, the worst part about waiting between salon visits isn’t the roots, it’s the dire need of toner to redeposit the proper color on bleached hair. Toner typically lasts six weeks, and sun damage, chlorine and hair products are just a few factors that affect hair tone and quality. This is about how far I was in my rant when a friend asked the color of shampoo I use. “Uhh… clear?” She explained that when she had highlights, her stylist recommended purple shampoo — which she didn’t realize was literally a deep violent color until she saw it in her hand. Purple shampoo counteracts yellow tones in the hair leaving it… well, blonder and less brassy. It also helps when toner turns out too dark and some of the yellowy tones could be spared, or for those who might color their hair at home (bad idea) and yield orange results. Even my platinum-haired roommate tried the stuff and was delighted by her shiny, purer-toned hair. Careful though, using it too often could result in hair with a slightly blue tint. As for me, I’ve worked purple shampoo into my regular hair routine. Every third time I shampoo, I use a dollop of purple shampoo. I leave the second lather on my hair for five minutes, then finish with a good conditioner. What are your experiences with purple shampoo? What are your favorite brands? I started out with something cheap. This Mastercuts Silver Shampoo is only $7.99

Graphic reports on Pepperdine fin aid policy

So occasionally a news story falls into my lap accidentally. I was at work when I received an email on my phone from Pepperdine’s Office of Financial Assistance alerting me that my financial aid award had been revised. Upon inspection, I realized my departmental scholarship — a merit scholarship from the Communication Division for my work at the student newspaper — had been reduced from $4,000 to a mere $2,000. Why? Because of a “guideline” dictating that institutional scholarships can be applied only to tuition charges, and my merit scholarships exceeded tuition.

I smelled a news story. Hundreds of students at Pepperdine feel the effects of this policy. Although, indeed, it exists to provide a standard of equal access to aid for all students, it doesn’t exactly send the right message to students like me. I take out loans every year to pay for my education, so the opportunity to exchange labor (the Graphic) for scholarships has been an attractive option for me every semester I’ve attended Pepperdine. The revision to my financial aid leaves me working an entire semester as Online Managing Editor for $2,000 — which I suspect is far below minimum wage for the hours I put in.

What do you think?

"I have an eating disorder. Not Bulimia or Anorexia but EDNOS (Eating...

” I have an eating disorder. Not Bulimia or Anorexia but EDNOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified). This means that I alternate between puking and starving. I also have rules. Bread has to be eaten in even numbers. Cake is evil. Carbohydrates are secretly plotting against me. Diet Coke is the elixir of youth and beauty.

My EDNOS is 19 years old. It started with Anorexia when I was fifteen. Then I progressed to Bulimia, otherwise known to some as a failed anorexic. You do the maths. I’m too ashamed to get my calculator out.

My weight fluctuates between slightly overweight, slightly underweight and somewhere in between. Which proves that my methods of losing weight aren’t that efficient, but this is not about logic. This is not about doing the right things like eating less or exercising more. This is not about being sensible or healthy or a shining example of mental health. This is not Jamie Oliver and his organic pig testicles.

This is not about looking good on the beach or wanting to be a supermodel. This is not about wanting the cute guy in the coffee shop to beg for your telephone number. This is not about sliding a pair of skinny jeans over your hipbones and laughing all the way to the check out till.

This is not about wanting attention until complete strangers force feed you Black Forest Gateau and siphon double cream into your skinny latte. It is not about deliberately pissing off the nurses by hiding your peas under your fork and stashing butter in the bed pans. It is not about starving for all the children in Africa. It is not about reading the magazines and pining for the Body Mass Index of Paris Hilton’s pet Chihuahua. This is not a conspiracy created by the Patriarchal system to oppress women.

This is about having the self-esteem of a gnat’s arse. This is the polite way of committing suicide. This is about having no life because it’s impossible to order a bowl of dry cereal in a restaurant and ask them to hold the raisins. This is about weighing pasta, cereal, raisins and anything that passes your lips, including toothpaste. This is about secrets and lies and shame. This is about not wanting to admit that you need to eat. That you deserve to live.

This is about being scared. This is about being terrified. Of everything.

This is about control. This is about sex. This is about putting relationships on hold until your thighs don’t meet in the middle and by then you have no libido anyway. This is about hiding under layers of clothing that are mostly black. This is about “Please don’t look at me and cover all the mirrors with black crepe.” This is about avoiding the camera, even at your sister’s wedding. This is about intense self hatred.

This is about needing so much that you can’t stand it. This is about having emotions that bubble up and spill out all over the carpet and stink up the whole house. This is about having too many choices and too much pressure and isn’t it easier just to keep it simple and obsess about the amount of calories in a small cantaloupe? Instead of making big scary choices that might crush you to a pulp?

This is about wanting to be safe. This is about wanting to curl up in a nutshell like Thumbelina and ignore the big bad world that’s too noisy and dangerous and can’t be trusted. This is about not trusting anyone and relying on food (or lack of) to give you an all enveloping comfort blanket when the medication bloats you up like a corpse in a river.

This is about really crappy coping methods. This is about making a choice that will quite possibly kill you. This is about failed relationships, waiting lists, devastated families, waiting lists, becoming vegetarian, becoming vegan, becoming lactose intolerant, developing a wheat allergy and more waiting lists. This is about infertility, rotten teeth, and hollow bones. This is about cardiac arrest in a shopping centre. This is about being sick. This is about not being sick enough. This is about finally being sick enough for a bed in a unit until you drop down dead and you get a mention in the local paper for being such a model student.

This is not about food. “

(via sidramatic)

The first draft of anything is shit.
— Ernest Hemingway (via kari-shma)

(Source: kari-shma)

Nothing Indeed!: George Orwell’s 5 Rules for Effective Writing

holy-moly:

1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.

3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.

4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.

5. Never use a foreign phrase.

(via sidramatic)

It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.
— High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby (via stupidmansuit)

(via quote-book)

  • Excerpt from Aaron's Blog: "Is Disney’s The Little Mermaid a parallel to John Milton’s Paradise Lost? It’s a vague idea that I began thinking about because Ariel was in my dream last night."
  • Aaron: Did you read my comparison [of Disney's The Little Mermaid to John Milton's Paradise Lost]? It wasn't written well. I'm hungover. But what did you think?
  • Jessica: So Ariel was in your drunk dreams?

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