Monday, May 30, 2016

Survey: Selfie

Hey friends! I've been taking a little break from blogging over the past couple of weeks, but I'll be back to my regular posting schedule next Monday (June 6th)!

In the meantime, I'd love for you to help me out with my next post. Starting next week, I'll be targeting beauty distortion and body shaming via social media, and it all begins with one of the most controversial and criticized pastime of our generation: selfies.


Whether you're a firm believer in selfies or refuse to take a single one, please take a few minutes to answer this short survey on your "selfie usage." Your thoughts and personal stories are crucial to the Beauty Distortion Ban, and I'd love to hear from you.

And, as always, if the survey isn't enough and you feel so passionately compelled to share your ideas and stories, shoot me an email at taxistotsandpolkadots@gmail.com.

Thanks again you guys, and I'll be back again in a week!


Monday, May 23, 2016

Summertime in Fayetteville

Who saw the shout-out to my fabulous hometown on SNL Saturday night?? Woo! They closed out their season with the entire cast singing "Summertime in Fayetteville." If you missed it, don't forget to check it out.

The number one comment I hear when telling people I'm from Arkansas is, "You're from Arkansas?! But you're such a city girl!"

And they're right. I'm a city girl, and Fayetteville is a far cry from a big city. It's certainly no New York; not even a Chicago or Nashville or Dallas, but it's one of the most urban, edgy, and unique small cities in the world. It has also been recently named the number one most affordable place to live in the U.S., and even the producers and writers of Saturday Night Live noticed.

So it's official: Fayetteville, Arkansas is not your typical Arkansas town. We wear our shoes, we have all our teeth, and we appreciate the art, culture, and environment in our area. And there's a lot of art, culture, and environment in our area. So if you're looking for a smaller vacation this year, perhaps an artistic or bohemian weekend getaway, check out what Fayetteville and its neighboring cities have to offer.
Fayetteville is what I like to call one of the "boroughs" of Northwest Arkansas. When one refers to "New York City," they are encompassing all of Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, and Staten Island. Likewise, when one refers to "Northwest Arkansas," they are typically referring to Bella Vista, Bentonville, Rogers, Springdale, and Fayetteville, and the locals generally call all of Northwest Arkansas the name of their hometown. For example, even though there's a fancy art museum in Bentonville and a gorgeous outdoor music venue in Rogers, I would invite my friends home to "Fayetteville" to go to both. So let's dive into what Fayetteville (...or Northwest Arkansas) has in store for you!



Fayetteville for the Nature Enthusiast 

I decided to start with this one because it's not exactly right up my alley. Far from it, actually. I'm a city girl through and through, remember? Even still, some of my favorite summer memories have been setting out on Beaver Lake to go boating, swimming, tubing, and water skiing. Fishing is also very popular for the outdoorsy folks, and campground/cabin stays are available year round. Multiple trails are available for walkers, runners, and bikers alike while hunters have plenty of opportunities in the area, and hikers love to pack up and set out on trails and adventures up in Devil's Den State Park. If you're looking for a slightly milder outdoor activity (as I would be...), the Botanical Garden of the Ozarks is absolutely stunning, and offers multiple classes, workshops, and lectures in horticulture, conservation, and more. My personal favorite outdoor spot is the top of Mt. Sequoyah, where you have an (almost) complete view of the city. For more information, visit Explore Northwest Arkansas: Outdoors.



Fayetteville for the Sports Fan

Fayetteville is home of the Northwest Arkansas Naturals baseball team, and multiple sports teams associated with University of Arkansas. Arkansas does not have a professional football team, so the enthusiasm for the Arkansas Razorbacks is nothing short of insanity. It isn't unusual to spot a hog on the side of a building (like the movie theatre) and multiple businesses have decorated ceramic pigs out front to show their Arkansas pride. You probably think I'm kidding. I'm not. But don't worry! Just wear your red, grab your pig nose, and make sure you learn how to call the hogs before you arrive!



Fayetteville for the History Buff 

This is another category that is certainly not my cup of tea, but certainly not neglected in the area. From the Historic Downtown Square to the Clinton House Museum, there is truly something for everyone. Other museums include the Arkansas Air and Military Museum, the Razorback Museum, the Walmart Museum (yes, Bentonville is the home of Walmart!), and the Museum of Native American History. Visit Explore Northwest Arkansas: General Attractions for the complete list, and don't forget to visit the iconic shops and businesses along Dickson Street!





Fayetteville for the Artist 

Technically located in Bentonville, the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art is one of the newest yet well-renowned art museums in the world. The museum displays paintings, sculptures, architecture, and nature while its permanent collection features five centuries of American masterworks ranging from the colonial era to present day. The museum also features multiple seasonal exhibits; my favorite thus far being the Andy Warhol exhibit of pop-art. Admission is sponsored by Walmart and is completely free to the public! If that isn't enough to satisfy your art craving, Terra Studios is a more interactive option.




Fayetteville for the Musician

The Walmart Arkansas Music Pavilion is a state of the art outdoor music pavilion featuring all sorts of big name bands and musicians of all genres. Where else can you get MercyMe, Meghan Trainor, Styx, Kenny Chesney, Rachel Platten, and Journey all in one summer? No where, and that's only half the line-up for 2016. Still, that stuff is too mainstream for a lot of Fayetteville musicians, so if you're more of a hipster like us, try George's Majestic Lounge instead.




Fayetteville for the Thespian

Now, this is a category I am fully knowledgable in. This Broadway enthusiast is always looking for the next show in the area. The Walton Arts Center (WAC) is a fantastic facility to see all your favorite Broadway shows on tour! Recently remodeled, the WAC hosts everything from Les Miserables to festival orchestras. This upcoming season includes tons of my favorites, including Book of Mormon, A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, and Dirty Dancing! And once again, that's not all! Theatre Squared, a community theatre featuring multiple local and touring actors, is certainly not short of talent. My favorite show produced there so far has been Peter and the Starcatcher, which premiered while I was home for Christmas break last year, but I haven't seen a single thing I didn't enjoy.




Fayetteville for the Fashionista 

Ah, fashion. Talk about something right up my alley. The Northwest Arkansas Mall is open at 9 a.m. for all shoppers seeking an indoor, climate controlled, shopping experience, however the Pinnacle Hills Promenade offers far more options. Complete with full restaurants, food trucks, and many more shops to choose from, it is one of my favorite shopping venues in Northwest Arkansas. But whatever you do, don't miss the local boutiques located on the Square. Riffraff is my fav (and worth every penny), but the most popular boutique store is quite possibly Southern Trend, located on Sycamore Street. I am an avid wearer of their "Polka Dot Pig" collection!


Did I miss something you can't live without? Northwest Arkansas has a little bit of everything, so shoot me an email with any questions you may have. Can't wait to see you around!

Friday, May 20, 2016

Welcome Summer!

I was going to withhold this post for a "Make It Monday" edition... But I was too proud of this super cute and easy summer wreath to wait!

It's been a rainy few days here in the Sisterhood apartment, and we have a really bad habit of sitting at home eating in that sort of weather. Once finishing off five books, two family-sized bags of chips, and the rest of the girl scout cookies, we decided we'd better become a little more productive. And though it certainly didn't feel like summer, we were determined to celebrate it one way or another.

In my head, our summer wreath would have a lot of colors. Lime green, turquoise, hot pink, maybe deep purple. Flip flops. Beach balls. Sunshine clips. It would be cute and feminine and maybe hold our room number on it as well. But after roaming around Hobby Lobby in sweat pants and rain boots, we realized there was only one real place we wanted to be...

The beach.



Want to try it for yourself?

You Will Need...
1 Wreath Mold
2 rolls Sandy Ribbon
1 roll Blue Ribbon
1 Styrofoam Ball
1 sm pkg. Cocktail Umbrellas
Hot Glue Gun
Scissors

Let's Get Started! 

We started by purchasing some tan glittered ribbon for sand, some blue metallic ribbon for ocean, and we improvised with the rest. We trimmed down a styrofoam ball for potted flowers and made our own beach arrangement out of cocktail umbrellas. We hot glued the umbrellas to ensure they wouldn't budge, and ran a string of the sandy ribbon through the base of the arrangement before setting it aside to dry.


Then we got the wreath started. Begin by standing up all the bristles from the wreath mold. (We know, we had Christmas tree flashbacks too...)


Now comes the easy part. Insert the edge of the sandy ribbon between one of the bristle pairs, and twist the bristles twice to secure the ribbon.


Gather a loose bunch of ribbon and secure the segment to the next pair of bristles, and repeat for 2/3 of the wreath. Use the same process to fill the remaining 1/3 of the wreath with the blue ribbon. I usually go over the same area about 3-4 times to make the wreath fuller. You can make it as full or thin as you like!


By now, your umbrella arrangement is probably dry. Choose where you'd like the umbrellas placed, and use the sandy ribbon to secure it. I knotted mine three times at the back of the wreath mold.


And viola! Told you it was easy!



Feel free to attempt other patterns and add any extras you choose! For extra beach embellishments, you might add flip flop clips, beach ball party favors, and more. Happy crafting!
Want your own crafts featured on the blog? Email me at taxistotsandpolkadots@gmail.com

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Straighten Your Crown

As most of you know, the Beauty Distortion Ban is at its all time high on the blog because it's officially summer (aka...bikini season). However, I was scrolling through a fellow body positive blogger's Instagram account today, and discovered a quote I could not shake.


Let's read that again, shall we? I remember whose daughter I am, and I straighten my crown. 

We've all had those days. Those terrible awful days where we feel inadequate. Unloved. And unworthy. Each of those words alone can conjure an overwhelming sense of insecurity and failure. Beauty. Intelligence. Talent. Confidence. Kindness. Everything a woman is supposed to have. Everything we seem to fail at every single day. Yes, inadequate, unloved, and unworthy sound like much more accurate descriptors.

But they aren't. 

I remember having one of these days specifically. I had a failed a test. Not like a C in the midst of my usual A's. It was an F. A real F. A true 58%. That morning, I had woken up at the crack of dawn to register for my last few classes of my undergraduate track to find that three of them had already closed and I would be unable to graduate in time. We had WGI World Championships the same day and I was more nervous than I had been in my entire performance career. Keep in mind... I also struggle with anxiety and panic attacks, and these series of events were not beneficial to my sanity. The littlest thing could have pushed me over the edge. And it did. It was my eyeliner. Yes, dear readers. After all that failure, I couldn't seem to get my eyeliner winged correctly for the performance and it drove me to a panic attack in the bathroom.

The moment we decide to straighten our crown is among the most important, courageous, and critical moments of our life. I'll never forget that day, kneeling by a toilet in a hotel bathroom, praying for God to fix it. To fix me. To fix everything; my test, my grades, my future, my confidence, and yes...my eyeliner. I remember whispering, "Sometimes it's like I can't do anything right, and you aren't even here, God! It feels like I'm so alone." And then I heard it; the faintest stirring in my overwhelmed heart. Remember who sends thoughts like that, Bethany. 

Of course. The angel of beauty, who had turned himself into the king of all demons out of jealousy of a woman. Ah yes, the devil. The angel named Lucifer who had been designated the role of reigning over all beauty on earth. He reigned over the bird's songs, the ocean's waves, and every other beautiful thing God had created. And then God created something more beautiful than all nature, more beautiful than all men, more beautiful than Lucifer himself. God created woman. And Lucifer couldn't stand it. 

Of course he will target us. He will target us any way he can possibly take us down! When we are reminded we are beautiful, he will tell us we aren't. When we are reminded we are intelligent, he will tell us we aren't. When we are reminded we are talented, or kind, or splendid, or enchanting, or captivating, he will tell us we aren't, and he will do everything in his power to make us believe it.

He can do a pretty good job, can't he? Of course.

But we can't let him.

I am starting a new segment of the Beauty Distortion Ban on the blog entitled Straighten Your Crown. Any post containing a confidence booster or personal story regarding the enchanting and captivating and unique beauty of a woman will be tagged on the blog with straighten your crown and will be shared on social media with the #StraightenYourCrown. We are women. We are the crown of all creation. Didn't we all have dreams of being a princess when we were little? Well now we are; the daughter of the King of all Kings. You are beautiful, you are loved, and you are not alone in your struggles.

So next time you have those dark days, and you feel inadequate, unloved, and unworthy, remember who sends those thoughts. Remember whose daughter you are, pick yourself up, dry your tears, and straighten your crown.

To share your own story of beauty distortion, objectification, self-confidence, email me at taxistotsandpolkadots@gmail.com or tag social media posts with #beautydistortionban and #straightenyourcrown. Let's do this thing together, beautiful. 

Monday, May 16, 2016

The Bikini Challenge: For Men

Now, I know what you're probably thinking. A bikini challenge? For men? Is this girl for real?

Yes, dear reader, bear with me. Ladies, I know there are already a thousand and one fitness and beauty challenges for you this time a year. That's why I'm aiming this one at the men, though it probably isn't what you might think. Even still, there's something for my girls in here, too, so throw on your sunglasses, strap on your sandals, and we'll tackle summer together with this post.

The Goal for Women: Know that you are not alone; that whether you feel comfortable in a swimsuit or not, all of us have experienced body shaming and objectification.

The Challenge for Men:Don't close the article when you start to feel convicted.

Simple enough, right? Good. Let's get started.


It's that time of year again... The cat-calling, body-scanning, overly-objectifying three months that make all hormone-driven men fall in love with summer. Bikini season, the most treasured season for boys and most feared season for girls, has arrived once more.

Let's face it ladies: we didn't meet our goal. We ate those extra twinkies and we never gave up that soda. We went to the gym three times in the five months we were supposed to go every day. We miserably failed at hot yoga. And we aren't going to talk about how much money we wasted on CrossFit. But if you're like me, none of this seems to matter because bikini season is the most dreaded time of year, not because we're unhappy with our body, but because other men seem to be too happy with it. And we wish they weren't.

Don't get me wrong. I have just as many physical insecurities as the next gal. Sometimes I wish my hips were smaller. Sometimes I wish my waist was thinner. And then there's what I like to call my "french fry thighs," where all the salt, sodium, and fat I've ever consumed decides to settle and call home. But I get it. The figure I wish was smaller is very appealing to others. The waist I wish was thinner is still very attractive. And those thighs that carry my potato obsession really aren't as big as I think they are. I'm a woman with a pin-up 50's figure, and therefore, I am desired.

Whoop-de-do.

Brace yourself friends... I'm about to say two things no woman is allowed to say in this society.

1) I'm pretty.

And 2) Sometimes, I wish I wasn't.

Because I was walking down the street the other day, heading to class, minding my own business when a guy hung out the window of his truck to wave at me and wink, as if he was doing me a favor for noticing me. Because the next day I was walking down the same street when a guy rolled down the window on his fancy sports car and shouted, "Nice a**, babydoll!" as if that would be taken as a compliment. What was I supposed to say? "Thanks?" "I know?"

How about, "Awww, aren't you sweet! You act like you're the only man who's ever told me that."

Here's the deal, guys. If you feel so influenced by our body that you feel compelled to hang out your window and holler like an idiot, you probably aren't the only guy who's ever told us we're attractive. And here's the thing about girls like me. We are completely confident in ourselves. We own a mirror. We know what we look like. And we don't need you taking the precious time out of your day to save us from our insecurity. That's what God is for. It would be different if you knew us; if you were complimenting us on a talent we possessed, on a skill we finally mastered, or even an outfit you'd never seen before. But you don't know us. You can't tell us our name, or our favorite color, or anything about us aside from what we look like. This, in its rawest form, is objectification; literally defined as presented as an object.

When we were little girls, we noticed guys picking on us. We were told it was just because "that's the way boys are;" that they just thought we were pretty. Which is cool I guess, but we still didn't like them picking on us.

When we began to develop into feminine adolescents, we noticed guys approaching us, scanning us from our feet to our face because that's the order of priority on a woman, after all. Body first; humanity second. And we were told it was just because "that's the way boys are;" that they just thought we were pretty. Which is cool I guess, but we still didn't like being degraded from woman to object.

And now we're young women, who have been taught to cross the street when a man approaches us so that we don't have to deal with the winks, the looks, the comments, or worse, because momma always said that if you were ever uncomfortable, avoid the situation. Because "that's the way boys are." They just think you're pretty. Which is cool I guess, until you don't even feel safe or comfortable going about your daily routine because you've always been called pretty before you were called anything else.

I'm all for teaching girls self-defense. Despite how much awareness we bring to sexual harassment, there will always be psychos doing it and it is naive of us to assume that speaking out will end it and keep our daughters (and sons) safe. But we've made excuses for these psychos for too long. Because the rapists who are now behind bars started out as boys who picked on little girls, that grew into adolescents who scanned us from our feet to our face, that grew into men who decided it wasn't enough just to look anymore. But it's okay. Because "that's the way boys are."

How long until we realize that's not the way boys are? At least, that's not the way they have to be.

I know this is an extreme scenario, and that not all arrogant, hormone-driven college guys will grow up to be abusers, kidnappers, and rapists. Thank goodness. But they shouldn't be given the benefit of the doubt either. They shouldn't believe it's okay to degrade a woman to the basis of her appearance just because they'd never hit her, and they shouldn't believe that their comments don't affect her just because there are other men out there who are "so much worse." And we make excuses for them every day. Their intentions may be golden, but the effects on women certainly are not.

The day the guy in the truck winked at me, I was wearing shorts. The day the guy yelled at me from his sports car, I was in a tank top. Those fashion choices were not open invitations to comment on my body. They were not a display of physical insecurity to be saved by prince charming. It was summer. It was hot. Sue me.

Why are we so focused on teaching our daughters to dress modestly, but less dedicated to teaching our sons to respect her even if she doesn't? Why are we so focused on teaching girls the difference between men who flatter her and men who compliment her, but less dedicated to teaching our sons how to be the latter? It's no wonder we live in the "rape culture" that exists today. We have created it.

We have all been told to "never judge a book by its cover." And we remember this piece of advice when we know we should sit with that girl who never appears to have any friends or that guy who seems too weird to have anything in common with us, but somehow we forget when it comes to judging a woman's body. Don't judge a book by its cover. Or in this case, don't define a pearl by its oyster shell.

Men, I'll stop ruthlessly accusing you (for the moment). I know there's a huge population of women who are insecure about their body and feed off of your compliments and cat-calls. I know that with that piece of information in mind, you feel like you're helping. You feel like you're doing us a favor. But I will tell you with blatant honesty, you're not.

When you define a woman by what she looks like, you are neglecting to see the human heart behind the body. When you tell her she's pretty before you compliment her on anything else, you are telling her that what she looks like and the body she has (an element that she was born with that she cannot control) is more important and valued and desired than the person she fought to become. And though it makes her feel worthless, it doesn't diminish her worth at all. It diminishes yours.

So when you see that girl in a bikini this summer, take a moment to think. She's probably not wearing it to gain your attention. She's probably wearing it because it's summer, it's a swimsuit, and she wanted to go swimming. Believe it or not, not everything we do is a ploy for your attention. Sometimes, the things we wear are a lot less about you, and a lot more about us; the things we feel confident and beautiful and stunning in. So, take it from a girl who wants you to be the best man you can be... Get over yourself. Take it from the girl who can rock a bikini and a good pair of sweatpants in the same day: I am far more likely to go for the guy who compliments me in the sweatpants.

We feel most beautiful when you target our core rather than our shell, and it makes you one heck of a strong man in comparison to all the shallow guys we come in contact with on a regular basis. So this summer, I'm challenging the awesome men in my life to their own bikini challenge with one simple request:

Get to know the girl inside of it.