Bikram and Hillary

It’s been 11 days since Hillary Rodham Clinton gave her address to the Women in Public Serve Project Institute. After waiting in the stand-by line for two hours I was able to snag a seat and listen to her speech about women empowerment. It has been 10 days since I’ve started practicing Bikram Yoga. After today’s class I have realized what these two have in common.

For the past 10 days I wake up at 6:30am to drive to my 7am yoga class. I sign in, drop my bag off at the locker room, and brace myself for the hot and humid studio. Every day I sit in the back corner of the class and try not to embarrass or injure myself with any of the poses. Mid-class I stared at the clock during each pose trying to grip my slipping hands together. Practicing alongside calm and collected yogi pros while you flail around is enough to make you feel inadequate. Falling out of half the poses I began to think about things outside of class, basically a giant anti-meditation session, triggering a quarter-life crisis.

During the savasana pose, lying flat on your back facing the back wall, I saw for the first time that there were 6 words painted on the back wall. Looking up at the wall, the words Faith and Determination we staring back at me. In the midst of my quarter life crisis I cracked a smile. Faith and Determination. Two of the most cliché words for a person to hear, but at a moment like this one two very necessary ones.

They reminded me of Hillary Clinton’s Address in Thomas Great Hall. She said two things that really resonated with me. By participating in the institute she stated that ,”we lay down a marker that in a world of injustice we can do better.” Throughout her talk she discussed the ideas of passion and perseverance in becoming a true leader and what the word actually means. In order to obtain these goals that she has envisioned for the various women in leaders in the room that day it is necessary to keep faith  and determination in these projects despite the endless stream of uphill battles.”We need leaders who say no to business as usual.”

After thinking about her inspiring words and the words that kept giving me the eye on the back wall, I realized that 1. There are way bigger problems in the world than a bad 90 minute yoga session, and 2. If I just keep a lot of faith and determination I can do anything, including finish this session on a good note.

Bikram Yoga and Hillary Clinton gave me a great lesson that I just now have come to understand. In order to obtain goals, however small or large, you need to focus on becoming a better you rather than the experience or tradition of others. Once you have achieved that, the world is yours.

To be continued…

TL;DR: Faith and Determination are two things that Hillary Clinton and Bikram Yoga have in common. They can help you get through a yoga session or achieve World Domination!

30 Days of Bikram Yoga

“Reach down behind you and get a good grip on those heels. Touch your forehead below your knees letting it rest on your shins. Engage your quads, really ENGAGE them.”

I listen to my instructor trying to blink the sweat out of my eye and breath at the same time. Bent at the hips, my quads burning, and hands gripping the hell out of my heels while looking at the puddle of sweat on the floor I keep thinking, to myself “Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.” And finally, when I hear that joyous clap to release my body from the pose I take a deep, calming breath.This is Bikram Yoga.

Bikram yoga, or hot yoga, is the new craze that is sweeping the nation. 26 poses set at a lovely 105 degrees with a 70% humidity for 90 minutes is said to be one of the most challenging and healthy yoga you can do. So in order to prep for Bryn Mawr Soccer Pre-season I decided to add some good hot yoga to help me limber up. Oh, was I in for a treat.


Basic example of the 26 poses. Looks easy right?

I was first introduced to this yoga when my sister dragged me to a class in Hawaii over the summer two years ago. “You’ll love it,” she said. Of course who wouldn’t love yoga with a view overlooking the beaches? She just forgot to mention the heat and the contortion. I stopped going with her after that class. However, after some time apart I decided I should give it another chance and help prevent some reoccurring pulled muscles and such. This time I truly have fallen in love.

After my intro week I have taken on the oh-so-popular 30 day Bikram Yoga Challenge; 30 days, 30 classes, and plenty of sweat. Let’s see what this yoga really has to offer!

To be continued…

TL;DR: Started the 30 Day Bikram Yoga Challenge. Wish me luck!



Poppin’ Tags

I must come clean… I am a thrift shop-aholic. The musty smell of old clothing and costume jewelry call to me like Sirens from the Odyssey.

It all started when my sister and her best friend became obsessed with Rockabilly/ Rockabetty style. This is basically when modern punk collides with 50’s greaser/sosh fashion to produce a beautiful creation known as Rockabilly fashion. It can also be similar to Pinup Fashion. Honestly it’s a beautiful creation. (see pictures below)


Cherry Dollface- She is a pinup model and fashion guru. Check out her youtube page!

Our family friend's wife Sam. Totally my fashion icon!

Our family friend’s wife Sam. Totally my fashion icon!

When I was younger I wasn’t so confident as to really embody this look, so I kept my secret passion of rockabetty style to myself. However, I was beckoned back to those thrift stores when Karina, my roommate, and I needed something to do on the weekend. We decided to take a trip down to the Pennywise Thrift Shop in Ardmore. And so my romance with thrift shops was rekindled with a pair of red Mary Janes!

This summer like a moth to the flame I am drawn to the many thrift stores and second hand shops that are so delicately sprinkled along the mainline and throughout Philly. So far I have acquired many new circle skirts, a new silk party dress,a few head scarfs and minor accessories to pull any outfit together! My collection seems to be growing by the minute. I mean, you just can’t beat a thrift shop price tag. An as my collection grows so has my confidence to strut around in my “new look”.


My sister April and me at the WAWA 4th of July festival!

Time to dust off my saddle shoes and bust a move to some Mad Marge and The Stonecutters. If you need me I’ll be at the Thrift Shop.

To be continued…

TL;DR: I love thrift shops! They help build my rockabetty fashion collection!   

Family Reunions and Dance Parties

Last week I traveled back home to SoCal to attend my family’s version of a reunion, also known as, our annual family camping trip! Each year my entire family( about 50 of us) travel to Refugio State Park (near Santa Barbara) and camp for a week.

It was so much fun  to catch up with my cousins and even catch some rays. I definitely will not forget my sunscreen again after this trip! I even got some luck by narrowly missing our body burying tradition. Each year we pick someone to bury in the sand. Sort of like the Hunger Games only you’re dealing with sand…a lot of sand. And my cousin’s wife was chosen instead of me (yay!). Then with so many kids around we always have some kind of big family game time. Last year was a softball game, while this year was…. a water fight. I was able to get a before picture, but I had to put away my camera in order to keep it safe from the crossfire. My cousins ,my sisters, and I even managed to do a reprisal of our old Spice Girl routine from way back when. However, I will not be posting that due to the incriminating evidence of my awesome 90’s dance moves. The week was filled with other crazy hiking trips and bike rides, but sadly the week came to a close and it was time to finish the smores and roll up the mattresses and head back to Philly.

Its already been 5 days and  I’m still trying to wash the smell of campfire from my clothes! This is only one of the many adventures to come in the thick of summer. So until then check out the mini family album from the trip!


This could have been me!

Gorgeous view from the campsite

Gorgeous view from the campsite


My older sister April and nephew hanging out by the campfire


My other older sister Tiff and her puppies


My Grandpa with his great-granddaughter Emma


My nephew Aden playing at the beach



Before the water gun battle


Auntie Tiff and Logan


Mini Family portrait with my two older sisters and my mom and dad for Father’s Day (wearing my fav tshirt lol)

To be continued…

TL;DR: Just got back from my family vacation in SoCal and it was AWESOME. Check out the pics.

The Adventures of….Wait a minute

Exams have been taken, books have been returned, and the last words have been written…at least for now. In other words- SUMMER HAS BEGUN!

My first post of the summer was going to be the first installment of “The Apartment Adventures of Karina and Lindsey”, but that came to a screeching halt when the inevitable happened. I studied too hard. But before I get carried away let me preface this story.

Coming up in about two weeks is my 6 month anniversary post-op from ACL reconstruction surgery. This a very big deal in that 1) Holy Crap its been 6 months and 2) it means I am out of woods for any severe or extreme danger of re-tearing/re-injuring my ACL. However, during finals week I had slipped while writing on a chalk board causing a large POP sound to radiate from my knee. Not something you really want to hear. Long story short it swelled up really bad and a quick 911 visit to Terry to eleviate some stress from my melt-down ended up in a call to my post-op surgeon in Havertown. After waiting a  week I saw the doctor only to have him tell me that I have re-torn at least 1/3 of my ACL! After a teary phone call to my mother (its amazing how a call to your mom can make you feel better) I was on the next flight to California to see my original surgeon. I knew if my senior season was going to be over I wanted to hear it from him. So, I gave Karina the keys to my car as she dropped me off at the airport, waved goodbye, and I was on my way to…Las Vegas?

Since we had to find such an immediate flight the cheapest and quickest flight out of Philadelphia was to Las Vegas, Nevada. Luckily this is only a 4 hour drive from my house and one that my older sister Tiffany frequently drives throughout the summer. But I was in no mood for Sin City or a fruity cocktail in a smokey casino. Unluckily for me my older sisters were and being the youngest I have no say. So after a 5 hour flight I jumped in a cab and headed for the MGM Grand Hotel. Starving we headed to an awesome little mexican food place down on miracle mile. I was even persuaded to gamble a little at the expense of my sisters and won 5 dollars! We left before we got carried away and had a sing along.

I finally saw got home and saw the doctor. I was scheduled for an MRI and then played the waiting game. My mom and stopped off at Bob’s Big Boy for our breakfast (its tradition). While we waited for our french toast I decided to make a promise/plea bargain. I looked up and whispered to the Big Guy/Whispy Ghost Being/Master of the Universe/Genie if my ACL is still in tact and I can play in the fall I promise I will train as close to a Division 1 athlete as I can, write that article to the New York Times like my mom wants me too, and finish my grant applications by July. Now I don’t know if it was fate or just impeccable timing, but after I whispered my plea my mom got a phone call that there was an open MRI appointment. After that appointment my fate was sealed.

I have since returned to Philly with an intact ACL and little bit of tendonitis. Sitting in the campus center as I write this blog post watching the many Alumna celebrate their reunions from their 5th to their 65th I’m glad I made my little whisper. I guess that is the life of a Mawrter. Sure there are scuffles or bumps in the road, but no matter, you always make it back home.

To be continued….

TL;DR: Before the summer even began I had to go home due to a possible re-torn ACL. After some adventures it ended up being okay and I’m back in Philly to wreak some havock with Karina =)



On a lighter note from the previous shenanigans I wanted to say a quick update. With my new leaf of productiveness and accountability I will be posting throughout the summer! Topics will include: The Apartment Adventures of Karina and Lindsey, Food: is that even edible?, and of course KPOP tons and tons of KPOP! Keep an eye out and Good Luck with Finals!!!


To be continued…

Accountability: A Reflection from My Inner Slacker

Today is Wednesday. As the semester comes to a close and we become knee deep in finals review, I started to review my blog posts.  There is no lie there is a definite lapse in posting dates (that and the constant reminder from Karina…she just reminded me 2 minutes ago). I also have begun to see a serious slack in my class participation and overall involvement in my extra-curricular activities.

Another thing to know about me is that I proud to say that I am a dreamer at heart. The terrible additive that comes with being a dreamer is I am also part slacker (ok half…okay maybe 3/4). In between lectures, discussions, dinner dates, and athletic practices I LOVE to procrastinate. I mean hell I even wrote a blog post about it. This could mean doing anything on that list or simply daydreaming with doodles and scraps for my “dream” (see what I did there) of a famous screenplay or novel…hopefully…maybe. And being the dreamer that I am, and Karina can vouch for me, I like to plan things. And sometimes my plans can actually get in the way of being productive. While busy dreaming up my wonderful future life of world travels, film festivals, and creating/accepting “OMG we should totally do that” projects I become overwhelmed and ultimately push them to the back of my to-do list to dream and dream some more. Come to think of it I also push a lot of readings to the back of my to-do list.


Just think of all the possibilities!!!

Basically before I start to ramble anymore what I mean to say is this- although dreaming is awesome and I wish people would do it more often, there is a time and space for procrastination. As I start planning for my senior thesis (eeek!) I remember all those readings that I would “read later” and all of those class discussion I spent more time daydreaming than discussing. College is a prime opportunity where you sit a room after reading a piece of text or seeing a film and discuss it with people who are just as passionate as you are. And even if you have the one person who comes to class to roll their eyes at every topic or the other person who shoots down your ideas everyone at one point everyone has a new opinion; or even better a new perspective.

Accountability is a way to define respect not only for the subject or topic, but your own growth as student, intellectual, and, in general, a thing inhabiting the planet. From turning a paper in on time to telling your friend to meet at a specific time (Bryn Mawr Time: break the bond while you can) produces a physical manifestation of respect. As we inch closer and closer to summer or in the seniors’ cases the “real world” you have to think about what this means for future jobs and internships or, in my case, when you still don’t have one? A dream can only get so far before you need put on your productive pants and get going no matter the position you are in.

I also understand that it is ironic that I’m talking about accountability as I am procrastinating writing this blog post instead of one of my final papers due on Friday. HOWEVER, I do have to say that after this momentary relapse I am turning a new leaf come summer.

To be continued…

TL;DR-Accountability is a fancy word for respect. A dreamer/ part slacker like me needs to be reminded of that every once in a while.

I Suffer From Self-Doubt

If there is one thing I have realized since coming to Bryn Mawr its that I have a serious case of reoccurring self-doubt.

It manifested itself when I first applied to college. Everyone has the same questions-  Did I join enough clubs? Did I play the right sports? Will I get in? Am I good enough? Then once we actually receive a letter and send in our deposit we’re stuck with the worst question of all- Did I choose the right school?  Thankfully I’m passed that hurdle and I know for a fact that I did make the right choice. However, that doesn’t stop the terrible feeling from sneaking up in daily life. In the classroom, on the soccer field, even discussing the answer for yesterday’s daily training room crossword puzzle I am bombarded with what if’s, but’s, and maybe not’s.

Tomorrow I will be traveling to Princeton to present my theory on culture translation through K-Pop at their East Asian Popular Culture Conference. I applied to be a speaker in January, found out my paper was accepted in February, researched a ton in March, and reserved April to freak out about this whole ordeal. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier about this whole situation. I mean the fact that there is a conference dedicated to my favorite topic and that they want me to speak at it is awesome. But then the what if’s began pouring in. It didn’t help that my practice runs haven’t been going well and last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

TOP is excited for the conference too

 TOP has too much swag to be     nervous. 

After a terrible dress rehearsal las I slumped in my rolly chair in a Dalton classroom banging my head against the desk. I gave up, I was down for the count, on the verge of a melt down. “Its terrible I know it. You know it. They’ll know it.” I even started to think about not going. I mean would it really make a difference?

I looked out to my “audience” (a.k.a Karina a.k.a the only person willing to listen to my K-Pop conundrum) for a response. “Its not bad…its not great but its not bad.” For the next 30 minutes she poked and prodded my presentation pushing me to the brink of tears in a back in forth conversation of its terrible’s and work through it’s. Finally out of all of that nonsense the most important thing she said was “this is about convincing that one person in the audience that your theory matters and your topic is relevant. Just remember Lindsey, life is a stage, you have to sell it”, and it clicked.

I was selling the product but I wasn’t buying it. I got caught up in trying to translate my theory into a stuffy presentation that I forgot about what my theory was about in the first place. And if there is one thing I do know its K-Pop. So, after decoding my presentation and returning it to its former glory my confidence was restored!

As cheesy as it is, it is true that you can do anything you want to. But, you have to convince yourself before you can convince others. From summer jobs to a K-Pop conference sometimes you just need to believe in yourself. All it takes is a  bit of encouragement (or a high five from Terry haha) to realize how irrelevant that nagging little voice in your head really is.


Words of encouragement from my big sister. =)

To be continued…

TL;DR- self-doubt sucks and its inevitable but calm down and just believe in yourself a little bit and you will make it through…dance parties and high fives help too.

The Importance of a Shoe

This Monday (a.k.a in 3 hours) marks a momentous occasion. It is my 21st birthday. Now understandably no one other than myself and (hopefully) a few friends actually care about this situation. However, as I was shopping for a birthday outfit I came upon a rather startling fact. I, Lindsey Crowe, will be unable, for the the first time in my life, unable to wear high heels. Oh the horror!

If there is one thing that people notice about me it is definitely my height. Standing at a whopping 5 feet and 10 inches I pretty much overlook everyone in my friend group and my entire family. Yet, despite my already wonderful height I still choose to wear 4-5 inch heeled pumps placing me over 6 feet tall. And I love the feeling they give me as I strut around a room (even if it is my own). Unfortunately, this past December I had ACL reconstruction surgery from a previous injury which hinders my ability to wear anything but sneakers or flats. Forgetful little me didn’t remember this as I was purchasing the cutest pair of red mary-janes (pictured below) at the local thrift shop.

Don't they just scream "Wear me!"

Don’t they just scream “Wear me!”


I was ricocheted back to my Junior Prom when my date told me I couldn’t wear heels cause I would be taller than him (complete regret by the way). I asked my friend if maybe… just this once… I could wear heels that would be okay, right? I tried to argue my way out of it but she immediately shot me down with the Terry Face. I would have to decide between boots,flats, or sneakers.

After a trip to King of Prussia Mall my good ol’ friend Karina had bought a gorgeous pair of pink Enzo Angiolini peep toe pumps while I shopped for boots. In comparison I would’ve taken the pumps in a heartbeat, but I loved the way the boots looked. I felt powerful much like the way I feel in my pumps. As the day looms closer I have started to realize that it isn’t about the look of the shoe or the height in the heel, but how you feel when you wear them. Placing your foot into a Coach black bootie or a wicked pair of neon Vans sneakers can transform you from Beyonce to Sasha Fierce.

My dream pair of Jimmy Choos...if only they weren't $600 YIKES!

My dream pair of Jimmy Choos…if only they weren’t $600 YIKES!

In the words of Bette Middler “give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world”.  So when Monday rolls around I will be trading in my pumps for my trusty gold flats. But no matter, I’ll still be strutting around Rittenhouse Square even if I am lacking a few inches.


Love these babies!


I Am…Lindsey Crowe

To be continued…

Shoes are amazing. They can give you that extra boost you need for the day and I have a severe obsession with them. =)


When Dance Moves Go Bad

I recently pulled my hamstring. Now this isn’t breaking news, I know, but bear with me.  As a Bryn Mawr athlete you have two options when you become injured 1) Tell Terry the athletic trainer or 2) wallow in pain until it goes away or gets worse. For the untrained eye the decision is simple, option one obviously. Which is true, unless there is a story behind the injury.

After this weekend I decided to take stock of how my list of pulled muscles have happened and trust me these weren’t my shining moments. Freshman year as we crashed the International Dance I decided to show off my moves and drop it like it was hot. Injury: Pulled Groin. Sophomore year during a dorm room dance party I wanted to wave my luscious locks and whip my hair back and forth. Injury: Whiplash. And last but not least this weekend Lil Jon and the Eastside boys told me to touch my toes so I obliged. Injury: Pulled Hamstring. Other stories of unforeseen tales of other athletes include losing a fight to a vending machine for pretzels-injured knee and kicking a girl in the calf resulting in a broken toe.

Trust me I definitely thought about changing my story, but I couldn’t think of anything…literally. So, with each injury I had trudge down to the training room look Terry in the eye and recount my tragic tales. And every time I received some of the many faces of Terry. First there was the “Seriously” face, which is easy to spot as he says “seriously” with a raised eyebrow. Then the “Again” face- the disapproving head shake with closed eyes. And, my personal favorite, the “I-Can’t-Even-Handle-You-Right-Now” face- hand pressed against the forehead and temples, other arm crossed over torso, and a sigh.

So as a public service announcement to those dancing fiends out there, stretch a little before hitting the dance floor.  It could be the one thing standing between you and many embarrassing “oh remember that time when…” moments.

To be continued