
I, an avid meat and ice cream-eater, have been eating vegan for the past week as a George Plimpton-esque adventure. Now, on my last day, I am literally counting down the hours until I am reunited with meat and dairy products again.
Breakfast: Instant oatmeal.
Lunch: I go with my family to Coast, the beach-side restaurant in the Shutter’s Hotel in Santa Monica. I look the menu over again and again, dreaming about all the food that I can’t eat. I want to order spaghetti until someone points out that a lot of spaghetti is made with eggs, which the waitress confirms. The waitress tells me that the only vegan item on the menu is a Portobello mushroom steak with barley rice. “Steak” is a major exaggeration - it is just a small, thin slice of Portobello - but the dish as a whole is delicious. Read More »




Welcome to day five of my week eating entirely vegan.
I’m starting to get cranky.
Ever since Madonna donned her infamous cone-shaped bra, women’s underthings came out from, well, under. Usually if you see a girl with her underwear showing, the first thing you think is: TRASHY. Thongs peeking out from jeans, bra straps falling down, shirts that you can see right through–none of this brings to mind a classy gal.But your underwear can really be your outerwear if you know what to look for and how to do it right.