Becca McCharen-Tran Survives Fashion Week With Plants from Miami and Chocolate-Covered Ginger from Trader Joe’s

After that, I had a fitting with Leyna Bloom. I love Leyna. We wanted to have her walk in the show, but she’s been out of town and there wasn’t enough time, so she sat front row instead. Leyna’s been walking for us since 2016, and she’s got an amazing walk. She’s a dancer, so she’s so good with movement and she’s so talented—when we first saw her walk, we were like, “Okay, yes, definitely you.”

Then, I had to fix a cross seam that was messed up. Even when we were pattern-making the garment, there were issues. We had to improvise and do a lot of hand-stitching. I was looking to see if it was passable.

The Final Touches

That night, I also finalized the beauty look for each model. I really wanted the makeup and the hair to speak to our overall theme for the runway show. I wanted it to trigger an urgency within the viewers, to tell the story of going from lush, tropical, beautiful plant life into plastic pollution and climate change. It went from big blush to greens and more sour colors, to see that disintegration from healthy to unhealthy.

Ben Ritter, who is my right-hand at Chromat, had been doing a lot of work on the final look of the collection over the past two weeks. He had been taking all of the water bottles from our studio and then cutting them up and melting them over candles to make them all different shapes. They were spray-painted, and once they were dry, we put them onto a fishing net. The night before, it was a matter of positioning each flower and each water bottle where it needed to be and hand-sewing them onto the fishing net.

The live floral element was an interesting new twist on our show prep. We’ve done a lot of amazing collaborations—it’s definitely my favorite part of being a fashion designer and doing Fashion Week. I love working with people outside of the industry: scientists, choreographers, and now florists. It’s just fun to work with someone who doesn’t know the rules and who’s coming from a completely different place. With the flowers, it was the first time I worked with something that could actually disappear, that had such a finite timeline. We could approve certain elements, but there were a lot of changes that you might not have known to happen, between what we imagined and what was the runway reality. The florist had to do everything the day before.

We focused on tropical plants. A lot of the bigger ferns and leaves were from my actual front yard in Miami—I trimmed them, put them in my suitcase, and the florist stored them in her freezer. It felt like home, being able to celebrate this place that I’ve come to love on the runway and knowing where the plant grows in my front yard. I can’t wait to go home this weekend and thank it for its contribution to our show.

I went to the florist at 9:30 p.m. They didn’t want me to come by until all the floral arrangements were done—it was supposed to be earlier, but it kept getting pushed back and pushed back. By the time I arrived, they had finished most of the arrangements, so I was able to just go and approve the final.

The Calm Before the Storm

I went home after that. I was adding friends to the invite list for the show, eating Trader Joe’s dark chocolate-covered ginger, and watching The Bachelor over [my wife] Christine’s shoulder.

I started The Bachelor when Rachel was the Bachelorette, and I’ve been half-heartedly watching ever since. But Christine loves it—she’s going to get so mad that I mentioned this, because it’s very much her DL interest; she just loves to turn off her brain and enjoy. I don’t like Colton. He wasn’t my favorite from Becca’s group, so I haven’t engaged with this season. I don’t know anybody’s name yet. The Bachelor as an enterprise is so reinforcing of like gender norms, it’s so weird.

My Disability Shouldn’t Disqualify Me From Being ‘Dateable’

I’ve been struggling with this whole romance thing for the last decade. Honestly, who hasn’t? But my situation is apparently even more complicated: I have a disability.

I say apparently because I want to date—I want the same things any able-bodied woman wants out of a relationship. But I was born with a genetic bone and muscular disorder called Freeman-Sheldon Syndrome that’s left me with a wheelchair and scars from around 25 surgeries. Despite all that, I’m still a pretty independent woman; I earned a college degree, get around on my own, make most of my own meals, and hold down a career as a freelance writer. My day-to-day life doesn’t look much different from my able-bodied peers’ but my dating life seems to exist in a different universe—one where my desires are non-existent and everyone assumes I’m looking for a caretaker.

The truth is, though I’m 37, I haven’t dated anyone—mostly because there’s always been this voice in the back of my head telling me that men don’t want to date a disabled woman. The assumption I can never escape is “disability is an undesirable quality…There aren’t many men or women who want to get into a relationship with someone they have to care for,” as one person so bluntly wrote on Twitter. “Melissa cannot accept the fact that men are not attracted to her,” another person commented on one of my posts. “Unfair as it may be, the wheelchair DOES matter. Her disfigurement DOES matter. It doesn’t matter how smart, witty, or sarcastic she is. She might have better luck concentrating on men who are disabled and disfigured like her.”

I’d be lying if I said comments like this weren’t part of the reason why I haven’t put myself out there. The message is always clear: disability is a bad word and it makes you undateable. I wish these feelings were just the stuff of Internet trolls but the reality is they’re not—and it’s gotten to me. Several years ago I asked some of my male friends if they would date someone with a disability. The sheepish response? Quite a few said they’d be afraid of the “responsibility.”

It’s time to set the record straight: I am disabled, desirable, and not looking for a nurse.

Sometimes, I feel like I need to put those words on a neon sign in Times Square (or at least on a business card to hand out whenever I meet someone interesting). I know there are many ways my disability does make me different—like the fact that I use a wheelchair to get around—but it’s 2019 for goodness sakes. Twenty-seven million women in the U.S. have disabilities—don’t we deserve all the same things in a relationship as able-bodied women? My wheelchair doesn’t make me something other than a woman, my disability doesn’t disqualify me from wanting a rom-com-worthy relationship, my condition doesn’t mean I’m looking for a caretaker as a partner.

There are so many things I do want, and, brace yourself, because this might come as a shock: I want the same things you want in a relationship. I want a guy who makes me laugh, who is kind and gentle and sensitive, who is family-oriented, who is as obsessed with pop culture as I am. I want to be myself, to be seen, to be loved—disability and all.

Melissa Blake is a freelance writer and blogger from Illinois. She covers relationships, disabilities and pop culture. Read her blog, and follow her on Twitter @MelissaBlake.

No, My Disability Doesn’t Make Me ‘Undateable’

I’ve been struggling with this whole romance thing for the last decade. Honestly, who hasn’t? But my situation is apparently even more complicated: I have a disability.

I say apparently because I want to date—I want the same things any able-bodied woman wants out of a relationship. But I was born with a genetic bone and muscular disorder called Freeman-Sheldon Syndrome that’s left me with a wheelchair and scars from around 25 surgeries. Despite all that, I’m still a pretty independent woman; I earned a college degree, get around on my own, make most of my own meals, and hold down a career as a freelance writer. My day-to-day life doesn’t look much different from my able-bodied peers’ but my dating life seems to exist in a different universe—one where my desires are non-existent and everyone assumes I’m looking for a caretaker.

The truth is, though I’m 37, I haven’t dated anyone—mostly because there’s always been this voice in the back of my head telling me that men don’t want to date a disabled woman. The assumption I can never escape is “disability is an undesirable quality…There aren’t many men or women who want to get into a relationship with someone they have to care for,” as one person so bluntly wrote on Twitter. “Melissa cannot accept the fact that men are not attracted to her,” another person commented on one of my posts. “Unfair as it may be, the wheelchair DOES matter. Her disfigurement DOES matter. It doesn’t matter how smart, witty, or sarcastic she is. She might have better luck concentrating on men who are disabled and disfigured like her.”

I’d be lying if I said comments like this weren’t part of the reason why I haven’t put myself out there. The message is always clear: disability is a bad word and it makes you undateable. I wish these feelings were just the stuff of Internet trolls but the reality is they’re not—and it’s gotten to me. Several years ago I asked some of my male friends if they would date someone with a disability. The sheepish response? Quite a few said they’d be afraid of the “responsibility.”

It’s time to set the record straight: I am disabled, desirable, and not looking for a nurse.

Sometimes, I feel like I need to put those words on a neon sign in Times Square (or at least on a business card to hand out whenever I meet someone interesting). I know there are many ways my disability does make me different—like the fact that I use a wheelchair to get around—but it’s 2019 for goodness sakes. Twenty-seven million women in the U.S. have disabilities—don’t we deserve all the same things in a relationship as able-bodied women? My wheelchair doesn’t make me something other than a woman, my disability doesn’t disqualify me from wanting a rom-com-worthy relationship, my condition doesn’t mean I’m looking for a caretaker as a partner.

There are so many things I do want, and, brace yourself, because this might come as a shock: I want the same things you want in a relationship. I want a guy who makes me laugh, who is kind and gentle and sensitive, who is family-oriented, who is as obsessed with pop culture as I am. I want to be myself, to be seen, to be loved—disability and all.

Melissa Blake is a freelance writer and blogger from Illinois. She covers relationships, disabilities and pop culture. Read her blog, and follow her on Twitter @MelissaBlake.

Prince Harry Is Away For Valentine’s Day, So People Covered His Room With Meghan Markle Pics

We’ve known for a while now Prince Harry and Meghan Markle aren’t spending Valentine’s Day together this year. Unfortunately, royal duty calls for the Duke of Sussex: He’s currently in Bardufoss, Norway visiting the Exercise Clockwork, an “annual winter exercise, based in one of the world’s most demanding environments—200 miles inside the Arctic Circle—which has trained over 16,000 Royal Marines and Royal Navy sailors and airmen since 1969.” So, in other words, he’s literally watching people work out in the freezing cold instead of hanging out with Meghan. So sad!

But the people at Exercise Clockwork just brought her a little bit closer to him. In a very sweet move, they covered one of the makeshift shelters Prince Harry stopped by with photos of him and Meghan on their wedding day. Prince Harry’s smile when he saw these photos is absolutely priceless:

“You weirdos,” Prince Harry joked when he saw the photos, according to E! Online. “It’s very kind of you to invite me into your private shrine or whatever you want to call it.”

This means Markle is spending Valentine’s Day on her own, too—but if this recently-unearthed blog post from her old website The Tig is any indication, she’s not sweating it. Back in 2015, Markle wrote about how practicing self-love on Valentine’s Day is the most important thing.

“This Valentine’s Day I will be with friends, running amok through the streets of New York, likely imbibing some cocktail that’s oddly pink, and jumping over icy mounds in my new shoes through the salted snowy streets of the West Village,” she wrote, according to People. “But those shoes, by the way, were my gift to myself. Because I’ve worked hard, because I’m not going to wait for someone to buy me the things I covet (nor do I want to), and because I want to treat myself as well as I treat those dearest to me. Because I am my own funny Valentine.”

Netflix’s Dating Around Review: The One Horrifying Moment We Must Discuss

The premise of Netflix’s new reality show Dating Around, streaming now, is simple: A single person goes on a series of blind dates, and by the end they choose one prospect to move forward with. If that sounds boring or reductive, stay with me—because this series is anything but.

You have to make it past episode one, though, which features your standard 27-year-old bro having dinner and drinks with five different women. It’s cringe-y and awkward—which may be the point—but things really pick up in episode two. That’s when we meet an Indian woman who shuts down her ignorant white male date. It’s a tense, necessary exchange that will hit home for anyone who’s experienced culture clash. In episode three, we watch a gay man attempt to find love; the conversations that emerge from that about coming out are heartfelt and fascinating. Episode four, my personal favorite, centers on a widower immersing himself in the dating scene. He’s a no-fuss, long-retired lawyer who’s just looking for companionship, and the women he meets are all queens.

But we really need to talk about what happens in episode five. We’re introduced to Sarah, a recent New York City transplant who agrees to five blind dates. One of those is with John, who tells Sarah he goes by “Mr. John”—weird, but not offensive. But then they sit down for dinner, and Sarah says she might order what the restaurant calls the “Big Salad.” To this John says, “That caught your attention? You like it big?” Yes, John makes a dick joke not even an hour into his date with Sarah.

She laughs it off, but then he makes another comment. When Sarah tells John she enjoys singing jazz, he asks if he can hear some. She takes a sip of her wine—presumably to loosen up before singing—and John jokes, “Yeah, you don’t want anything in your throat, right?” Again with the dick jokes.

Sarah, visibly uncomfortable, then does something awesome: She gets up and leaves midway through the date. “I have a little bit of a headache, and I do have an early morning meeting with a client, so thank you so much for coming out and meeting me,” she says. “It’s been a very interesting evening, but I think I might skadoodle, if that’s cool.”

Unfortunately, men behaving inappropriately within minutes of a first date is a reality many, many women face. “I have stories for days,” Amanda, a 25-year-old public relations manager, tells me before diving into a particularly horrifying account. “One time, I met up for my very first date with a guy at a restaurant. During the first few seconds, we shared an awkward hug, and I said, ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ He said, ‘Glad you made it,’ then pushed his hips against mine and said, ‘This little guy is glad you made it too.’ He was talking about his penis.”

Gabby, a 25-year-old operations coordinator, had a similar experience. “I was leaving one guy’s apartment after a terrible first date,” she says. “We didn’t do anything beyond kissing, and he told me I was ‘causing problems downstairs’ as I walked out, referring to his boner.”

How Sarah handles the situation on Dating Around is incredible to watch. She realizes she doesn’t have to put up with John’s grossness, and so she promptly leaves. “I have a really bad habit of giving absolutely everything to men that don’t fucking deserve it,” she says at one point in the episode. “And so I no longer do that.” Cheers to that.

We should all adopt this mindset when it comes to dating, but that’s easier said than done sometimes. John’s comments clearly made Sarah uncomfortable, but it took two of them for her to leave the date. When she does, she pads her reasoning for dipping out with kindness. Words like “skadoodle” and thanking John for his time are pleasantries he doesn’t deserve.

The Kissing Booth Sequel Is Happening: Here’s Everything We Know

Last year, Netflix blessed us all by bringing back the rom com. (Not that it was ever truly gone for us real stans, but at least they’re cool again.) The streaming service did this by premiering a slew of instant classics, including Set It Up, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, and Sierra Burgess Is a Loser. But there was one film in particular that kicked off this rom-com renaissance: The Kissing Booth, which became the most rewatched movie on all of Netflix for 2018, according to The Hollywood Reporter.

For the uninitiated, The Kissing Booth is based on Beth Reekles’s YA novel of the same name. It follows Elle Evans (Joey King) and her BFF Lee (Joey Courtney) during their junior year of high school. These two do everything together—from Dance Dance Revolution, to stuffing themselves with cheeseburgers—but there’s one thing they can’t bond over: Elle’s secret, massive crush on Lee’s older brother, Noah (Jacob Elordi).

And for those of you who couldn’t get enough of Elle, Lee, and Noah’s story, Netflix just announced a Valentine’s Day miracle: Production has started on a sequel for The Kissing Booth.

Here’s everything we know about it so far, and we’ll update this post as more details come in. But first, watch the teaser trailer below:

The director: Vince Marcello, who led the first film, is back onboard to direct the second.

The cast: Joey King, Joel Courtney, and Jacob Elordi are attached to star in the sequel. King had previously told TV Guide, “Right now, we’re not really sure. [The cast] would love for that to happen, but everything is still up in the air. We’re still waiting on [Netflix],” so it doesn’t come as that much of a surprise they signed on for the second film.

The plot: Details for the plot are still under warps, but King shared her dream premise for the sequel. “If there was a sequel, my prediction would be hopefully Elle and Noah stay together,” she told Seventeen. “Elle goes to visit Noah at college. Of course, there has to be some crazy things that get out of hand, but I don’t know. I really hope that a lot of the original characters, if there was a sequel, like the OMG Girls and Tuppen and all those amazing characters would definitely be in it.”

As for the fate of Elle and Noah’s relationship, King said, “Of course, I think everyone, including myself, wants to see Elle and Noah stay together. I feel like Elle and Noah should stay together and get into the theme park business together and be a power couple who builds theme parks.”

Best Hyperpigmentation and Dark Spot Treatments for Women of Color

If you’ve ever dealt with hyperpigmentation—those pesky dark spots caused by excess melanin production—you know it can sometimes feel like a nightmare to deal with. Just about everyone can suffer from the effects of the condition, but according to San Antonio–based dermatologist Lindsey Finklea, women of color are significantly more prone to getting it.

Whether it’s from sun damage, inflammation, or acne scars, the clusters of flat, dark patches and uneven texture are notoriously stubborn when it comes to fading on darker skin. The process only gets more frustrating with the myriad of different serums and creams on the market that claim to do the job but inevitably fall short. I personally have struggled finding products that work on my medium-to-dark complexion for years now, even with privileged access in the industry, so I did what I always do: turn to my trustworthy network of women of color on Facebook.

These women come from different backgrounds, income brackets, cities, and age groups, which allows me access to a diverse pool of solid, real-life suggestions. So should you be in the same boat, trying to narrow in on the products worth giving a shot, here are the products 14 women of color swear by to tackle dark spots for good.

Unrequited Love Is a Good Idea, or the Case for One-Sided Crushes

Your first crush is a rite of passage. The fixations that follow it are just life. Nervous, awkward, sublime. Disastrous. Transcendent. Here, we celebrate infatuations, obsessions, and passions in all their exquisite splendor. Meet our It’s Just a Little Crush series. Isn’t she divine?

The first crush I remember was on Miss Debbie, my nursery school teacher. She was pretty and had a bowl haircut that I found extremely fetching when I was three. She was nice, and she taught us how to sing and dance and clean up after ourselves, and I was smitten. She also had a fondness for a pussybow blouse and a long skirt. Who wouldn’t adore such a maven of fashion and important life skills?

Later, I would have crushes on such diverse individuals as the animated He-Man, two out of five Kids in the Hall, Britney Spears, Rami Malek, this guy who showed me how to tie a rope harness during climbing class in gym, Hayley Kiyoko, my onetime best friend’s onetime boyfriend, this random actor who consistently watches my Instagram stories yet never talks to me, a nerdy senior in college when I was a gawky freshman, Keanu Reeves, Mahershala Ali, an elfin actress I decided I could magically make queer through the power of my personality (surprisingly, this did not work), and like 80,000 other people.

Crushes don’t have to be reciprocal to be fun, energizing, enjoyable, and beneficial to your overall health. They don’t have to become dates, hookups, committed relationships, or romantic liaisons of any kind. While I’ve been delighted that a few of my crushes have turned into real relationships, I’ve had fun with crushes that never made it past the fantasy stage. I kept to appropriate boundaries—thrilled to the cuteness, smartness and general awesomeness of somebody from afar—and then eventually got over it without going into some desperate state of pining. (Let’s save the pining for folks we really love, okay?) The point is I recommend this! The unrequited crush, that is. Allow me to explain.

Crushes give you a reason to go to work

Or to school, or the gym, or the DMV, or the grocery store…you get the idea. Crushes can enliven your boring routine, put a little pep in your step, and transform your daily walk past the office coffee maker into something extraordinary because that guy sits right by it! You get that hit of endorphins or dopamine or pixie dust or whatever your brain releases when somebody hot smiles at you, and suddenly your post-lunch energy slump becomes a marvelous moment of motivation.

Crushes make you take more care with your appearance

A crush should enhance your interest in what you wear and how you present yourself, and that’s a good thing! I’m not talking about unhealthy obsessions with weight, the whiteness of your teeth, the color of your hair, the length of your nails, or anything that leads you to engage in unnecessary self-criticism. I’m talking about taking genuine pleasure in learning a new makeup technique or using a new hair product because you want to feel cute and dammit, you’re not going to let anything stop you! And whether or not your crush takes notice, you will feel prettier and maybe even sexier.

Crushes are hilarious

Think about it: crushes are ridiculous. You’ll try to interpret the meaning of his choice in t-shirts, or try to clock her moods based on how she styled her hair that day. You’ll notice the music she blasts behind the counter of the coffee bar, or try to figure out his astrological sign so you can put it through some pseudoscientific website feature that will auto-generate an explanation of what kind of sex you’d have. (Yes, I have done this—more than once. Have a problem?) In this weary old world, we all need a bit more silliness and goofiness in our day-to-day lives, so why not give ourselves the chance to giggle over a random online quiz that purports to predict your chance for a long-term marriage with a near-stranger? Enjoy yourself!

As long as you stick to appropriate boundaries and don’t bother, intimidate, harass or otherwise creep out that cutie patootie, a little unrequited love should be a fun bit of mental recreation with the positive side effect of providing fuel for the occasional masturbatory session. At some point it’ll pass, and you’ll move on to the next FedEx hottie, or KPop star, or chick who sometimes runs at the park at the same time you do. Look at that, a double endorphin rush!

Sara Benincasa is a stand-up comedian and author of Real Artists Have Day Jobs. Follow her @SaraJBenincasa.

10 Steamy Shower Sex Positions to Try Tonight

Who doesn’t get a little turned on when their partner joins them in the shower? The cascading water, the steam, the delicious aromas wafting through the air, and the spanking clean, naked skin are total aphrodisiacs. But let’s be real: shower sex ain’t easy to pull off. All the same things that make it so hot—the slipperiness, the crammed quarters—also make it logistically challenging. To get it on without slipping and sliding all over the place, try one of these 10 shower sex positions.

How to do it: Lean back against the shower wall while your partner stands in front of you—then wrap one leg around their waist (or ask them to hold the back of your knee in the crook of their elbow to make this move a little easier on you). From this angle, they can penetrate you, finger you, use a waterproof vibrator, or do pretty much whatever your heart (and body) desires.

Why it works: You’ve got support in two places—the wall and your partner’s arms—so a tumble out of the tub is unlikely. Plus, this position allows you to have sex face-to-face, which is nice because it’s so intimate (and you get a good view).

How to do it: Put your palms against the shower wall, leaning toward it at a 45-degree angle with your knees slightly bent for comfort. Your partner can then penetrate you from behind or reach around to play with your clitoris or breasts—or, even better, all of the above.

Why it works: This is considered one of the go-to shower sex positions for a reason: You’re secure between the wall and your partner, which leaves you free to focus on the sensations instead of worrying about slipping.

How to do it: Have your partner take a seat with their butt on the tub’s base and their legs stretched out, then straddle them for any version of woman-on-top sex that you prefer.

Why it works: Woman-on-top sex lets you control the pace and intensity. Bonus: The water hitting your back will keep you nice and warm.

How to do it: Stand with one leg bent onto the rim of the tub to keep your balance (Captain Morgan-style), and have your partner sit between your legs and go down on you.

Why it works: Admittedly, this position comes with the most risk—a wet foot placed on the edge of a slippery tub could send you flying out of said tub—so proceed with extreme caution and dry feet. But done right, this angle can feel divine. The leg up lets you spread your legs apart so your partner can hit just the right spots.

How to do it: Your partner takes full control, picking you up and holding you midair as you wrap your legs around their waist for a steamy makeout session. While it can be a little bit of a workout, it’s well worth the effort.

Why it works: This position will feel ultra sexy with the water coming down around you both. Plus, since you’re face to face, you can let your hands wander wherever they please.

How to do it: With your partner behind you and you bent over, drop your head toward your toes and lift one leg into a standing split, just like you’d do in yoga class. (This one’s not easy, we know, so proceed with extreme caution). Leave your raised leg resting on your partner’s chest so they can please you from behind with their hands, penis, or toy.

Miley Cyrus Wrote a Hilarious Valentine’s Day Message to Liam Hemsworth

Miley Cyrus kicked off her first Valentine’s Day married to Liam Hemsworth in the most Miley Cyrus way: by posting a hilarious meme.

The “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart” singer took to Instagram Stories Wednesday night (February 13) and posted a throwback photo of herself from the Bangerz Tour with the caption, “When it’s Valentine’s Day and bae says hi.” She also tagged Hemsworth and wrote “Love u.” When you see the photo, you’ll instantly understand why it’s funny.

Check out the meme for yourself, below:

Here’s the original photo, which was taken in Dublin back in May 2014. Ahhh, simpler times—when Cyrus’ stage prop of choice was a foam finger and she slid down a giant tongue at the top of her show. Take me back.

This isn’t the only racy message Miley Cyrus has sent Liam Hemsworth this week. On Monday, she attended the premiere of Hemsworth’s new movie Isn’t It Romantic by herself because he was sick, and she posted to Instagram, “Getting sick blows. But so do I. Get well soon babe. I love you.” Listen, everyone jumps out in February! It’s scientific fact.

Cyrus and Hemsworth tied the knot back in December, and they’ve made a few appearances together since then. Last month, they attended the G’Day USA Gala, where Hemsworth praised Cyrus while accepting the Excellence in Film Award. “Thank you to my beautiful wife,” he said. “You are a sweet, sweet angel.”

And just a few days before this, Cyrus wrote the sweetest note to Hemsworth for his birthday. “I love those little lines around your eyes when you laugh or look into the sun…. I love the way we speak in our own language. Sometimes with just a look,” she wrote on Instagram. “I love laying on the couch eating Chinese when we’re hung over from the night before. I love going to a random party and remembering basically everyone is fake AF out here and how lucky I am to share a life with someone so REAL. I love the way you always listen & the way that you care… (Even when it’s about RuPaul’s Drag Race.) I love having a teeth brushin’ partner & when I’m lazy how you’ll comb my hair.”