As is the case with most mysterious and beautifully complex things, girls are surrounded in myth. Some of which are fanciful – such as the popular speculation that we go to the bathroom in groups to access a hidden underground metropolis – and others glimmer more with a hint of truth. For instance: throughout the course of today, my visiting cousin Cierra and I painted our nails, ate cookie dough, and fed our vanity (and my desire to practice portraiture) by having a photo-shoot. Here’s to stereotypes! (For the record, we don’t always act like this; Cierra is almost done her neuroscience undergrad and I play in the mud often as possible.)
Anyway, here’s the product of our afternoon’s frivolities.