Almost, at least. Sorry to jump off the fashion train, but dogs are near and dear to my heart. Having grown up with these tender, little (sometimes) creatures, I can honestly say that they really do exhibit human qualities, at least to my untrained eye. But, thanks to neuroscientist, Gregory Berns, of Emory University we now have the scientific proof to back it up.
Over the past two years, Berns has conducted a series of MRI testing on canines, including his own pup, to test their capacity for love and attachment. Research dictated that our furry friends indeed have the inherent ability to feel and display these characteristics that are largely reserved only for humans. In Bern’s op-ed article published in The New York Times, he explained that because dogs cannot speak, research has obviously been more difficult, but with the help of a trainer and MRIs they were able to look “directly at their brains and bypass[…] the constraints of behaviorism, […]” which in turn tells “us about dogs’ internal states.” Because of these findings, Berns urges dog-owners and lawmakers alike to see man’s best friend as a class of people and not property. Perhaps, this is a long-awaited stepping stone for animal rights. At the very least, it is an important reminder that pets, big and small, become part of our family and as one of my favorite quotes illustrates:
“the most precious things in life aren’t things.”
Meet my fur baby! ♥
For more information on this development click here and here
One more thing, if you haven’t seen this adorable pup, yet, it’s worth the 3 minutes. Now, tell me this little guy doesn’t know what love is!
I’m pretty much an open book when it comes to my love of fall so yesterday was kind of like a mini holiday for me – cue the seasonal sugared rimmed beers, corn mazes, and unhealthy amounts of cider products we’ll all consume. But, what you may not know is that I am obsessed with breakfast. There is something about waking up to something deliciously satisfying and then washing it down with a glorious cup of coffee that is good for the soul (amiright?). Anyway, let’s talk about this season’s most delectable mascot: pumpkin. The amount of pumpkin/pumpkin products that I could/have/will ingest in the coming weeks is kind of embarrassing, but I’m really okay with it – and in fact, I’m adding to it.
I’ve literally been craving pancakes for like, 3 weeks. That’s pretty impressive for a person who maybe has 4 pancakes a year. I just want pancakes, I want them to be healthy, and now I want them to be festive, and by festive I mean pumpkin. This seems like a tall order for most, but Jen over at Yummy Healthy Easy didn’t think so! I honestly haven’t been this excited to make something since I found out cake on a stick was a thing. Check out her recipe and drool-worthy pictures (from different angles) below. Um, YUM.
If anyone needs me this weekend, I’ll be making these. Both days. Nonstop.
My talented best friend created a custom illustration for The Style Verdict and I just couldn’t wait to share until next week! She is the artist behind Melsy’s Illustrations and I think you’re going to love her work. Check out this beauty below!
For more info on her products visit her Etsy Shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/Melsys
Have a wonderful weekend – I have some good stuff planned for next week so stay tuned!
On my way to work this morning, I came to the conclusion that driving can be a nightmare whether you’re 16 or 60 or going 4 miles or cross-country. I’m certainly not saying I’m the greatest driver to ever live, but I am saying that people, in general, needs to get things together… I mean, hello…you are literally the conductor of your very own 5,000 pound machine, so put down that newspaper (yes, that happened) and ohhh, I don’t know…drive? Here’s an inconclusive list the 10 types of drivers that make you wish you stayed home. Feel free to add your own!
1. The Lingerer
I’m the person who lives life in a constant state of hesitancy. Do I accelerate? Do I brake? I’ll probably keep you on your toes…and make you late.
2. The Sunday Driver
I’m the person who enjoys a nice, easygoing cruise…at 8 A.M. every weekday. I try to stay as far under the speed limit as possible and I can mainly be found on one-lane roads – no passing here, folks! Sunday is your holiday, not the other 6 days.
3. The Fast and the Furious Extra
I’m the person who drives like Vin Diesel is in the passenger seat and nitrous just engaged. But really, it’s rush hour and I just cut you off going 90.
4. The Straight Up Assh*le
I’m the person who really doesn’t give a sh*t. True to my name, I’ll stop suddenly, swerve, and straddle lanes… then give you the finger.
5. The Beautician
I’m the person who was running just a little late and forgot to put on my lipgloss…and mascara, eyeliner, and bronzer. I mean well, so I try to do the majority of my makeup at a red light, but you can’t expect me to move right when it turns green, like, obvi.
6. The “I’m Just Like You” Driver
I’m the person who drives exactly like you. You speed up, I speed up. You slow down, so do I. I’m literally your worst nightmare.
7. The Lost Driver
I’m the person who has no idea what road, state, or planet I’m even on. Sometimes I’m considerate and pull over to figure things out, but other times, I just don’t care and you’ll do 15 MPH until I find my destination.
8. The Senior Citizen
I’m a cousin of The Lingerer and The Sunday Driver. I’ll pull out in front of you and then drive dangerously slow. Don’t expect any other quick actions out of me, or for me to see really any of my surroundings.
9. The Double Parker
I’m the person who sees those two glorious spaces and parks directly in between them. People say I’m greedy, but I just like to say that I’m a collector…of spots.
10. The Techie
I’m the person who loves to play with gadgets on the road. If you don’t already know, I’m really important, so it’s imperative that I’m talking or texting on my phone at all times. I’m also a big fan of navigation. I can’t get enough of electronic maps, earbuds, and even my Palm Pilot on days that I’m feeling retro. You can catch me looking down and not caring about anyone else’s safety.
Like most of America last night, I tuned into the MTV Video Music Awards. Just uttering the acronym “VMA” transports me back to high school where my girlfriends and I would hold countdowns, host viewing parties, fuel up on Surge, and eat some serious junk food, all while wearing our best boy-band apparel (cough, N*Sync…). Back then, we knew 99% of the celebs in attendance, when they were born, their favorite color, and “the last time they cried” thanks to publications like Teen Beat Magazine (okay, so it sounds creepy, but in this Twitter-driven age I can tell you what people are having for lunch, where they are eating, and whether they enjoyed it… doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?)
What I’m trying to say is that the 14 year old me is very different from the me that watched it last night. After only making it through the first hour – in part because I was sufficiently disturbed and part exhausted – I can unequivocally say that I. am. old. Where are the boy bands? the frosted tips? the denim tuxedos? Not only am I borderline lost with who some of these people are, I felt kind of violated by former Disney star, Miley Cyrus. That girl just booked a one way ticket to Bynes-Spears-Lohan-ville – a lovely little town between “No One Gets Me” and “I’m Fine, I Swear.”
Nothing to see here y’all, just grindin’ and twerkin’ with my foam finger.
It’s safe to say that the reaction of the Smith family was mutual…
Moving on to perhaps the most glorious, and highly anticipated moment of national television: a (110 second) N*Sync reunion. After Miley brought us to hell and back with her performance, the clouds parted as JT took the stage and single handedly restored our faith in entertainment. For a minute, I thought I was watching the 20/20 Tour and everyone else were just fans and bizarre opening acts. The “President of Pop” (as dubbed by one of my best friends) brought me home, so to speak. He metaphorically built a bridge to my teeny-bopper past and I ran over it, put butterfly clips in my hair, and stayed there for a solid 15 minutes squealing with pure bliss. Thanks, JT and Co.
One more thing – Taylor Swift. Girl, you rocked it. Could she have been more stunning last night? The answer is a huge no. She captured old Hollywood glamour perfectly from shiny finger curls a la Marilyn, to that amazing navy blue Herve Leger by Max Azria gown, to her signature bright red, sassy lip.
Honorable mention goes to Allison Williams of Girls and The Mindy Project. She looked beautious in a creamy-white Valentino mini. Her makeup was flawless and I loved how she swept her hair back to showcase that pretty face. Fun fact: she also went to Yale – smart is sexy, right? Ashton Kutcher would be proud.