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For the Girls

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A couple of nights ago, my friend Julia invited me out to a birthday party for her friend Synclaire. Many of you have probably seen Synclaire on Instagram where she can be found bringing facts about women’s rights and women’s health to the masses. She is a model and influencer who advocates for women’s rights.

She is one of those perfect people that you think are too good to be true: stunningly beautiful, intelligent, super sweet, and generous, as was evident when we arrived at her party. 

@synclaire.warren

Her party was a fundraiser for women’s causes, mainly aimed at upholding reproductive rights and providing safe abortion access. Her birthday party was being held at a venue in Chinatown called The Bench that could easily be described as my dream New York City apartment. Unassuming from the outside, spacious and fun on the inside.

The party had an unapologetically girl power playlist. Appropriately, Britney was playing when we walked in. 

@winxhealth

Julia was wearing a high ponytail and a cute going-out top, a look that she described as being “for the girls,” thus beginning the first running joke of the night. Men don’t understand the power of a high ponytail and a cute going-out top. Therefore, it is simply “for the girls.” 

The party favors included condoms, lube, Plan B pills, nighttime pads, and pregnancy tests, saving us all trips to the drug store and lots and lots of hassle. 

In lieu of gifts, she requested that we make a donation in her name to one of the nonprofits sponsoring her party. I decided to donate to Vow for Girls, a nonprofit aimed at ending child marriages around the world. After cake, donuts, and feminist speeches, we collected our party favors and called it a night. 

@dagnedover

It was an amazing night to support the girls and to support Synclaire as she continues spreading the gospel of women’s reproductive rights. 

Happy birthday Synclaire!

And, if you’re interested in donating to organizations that protects the rights and dignity of women and girls, check out these nonprofits:

Plan C Pills
Repro Uncensored
Winx Health
Vow For Girls

The Tragic Queen,

Raquel

P.S.: Check out my previous blog post on the Double Creature Feature I attended at The Met a few weeks ago

Olivia’s Gluten-Free Birthday

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One of my favorite things about living in New York City is not just the way in which various different types of restaurants can coexist here, but the way a restaurant needs a hook in order to stay alive. 

You can create whatever seemingly mismatched fusion restaurant, whatever astrology-themed bar, or animal-themed cafe you want, so long as the food and drink earns its keep. 

A generic restaurant is more likely to be put out of business than an eccentric one– basic restaurants need not apply.

This occurred to me a few weeks ago at Senza Gluten, the gluten-free Italian restaurant I went to for my cousin Olivia’s birthday. My knowledge of Italian came in clutch as I informed the table that “senza” means “without” in Italian, which is about all I can do with my limited knowledge of Italian: impress people by reading off the menu at an Italian restaurant and enhance the viewing experience of season 2 of The White Lotus. 

Our gluten-free meals were excellent, unlike most gluten-free which runs the risk of tasting like carpeting. We had our gluten-free meals, toasted the woman of the hour with all of the alcohol we’d just purchased, and then had some gluten-free bagels the next morning at a gluten-free bagel place. 

Only in New York City could so much lack of gluten thrive. 

For her birthday, I bought Olivia a “pussy astray/incense holder.” The women selling them in Union Square Park clapped them together to demonstrate that they were “indestructible, just like the real thing.” 

Olivia is one of the few people I know who would appreciate such a product. 

Olivia, appreciating such a gift

I’d spent the weekend eating gluten-free around town, on purpose, and witnessing a woman standing in Union Square park unironically clap together vagina-shaped drug paraphernalia, like they were chalkboard erasers, and yet, the thing that I was most struck by was all of the things that I could only get in New York City. 

Between the unique food and the unique gifts, New York City is the place to spend your birthday.

Happy late birthday, Olivia! 

The Tragic Queen,

Raquel

P.S.: Check out my previous blog post: Home Sweet Home