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Hey Y'all!
Remember when I used to write for Dolce AND Gabbana's Swide Magazine? And remember when I suddenly stopped werqing for them (got fired) and hella complained about it via assuming they totally hated me (they did)? WELL, I'm off their black list (for now) and will soon start a new advice column! So I need y'all to ask me questions about whatever-relationships, sex, diets, friendship, kittens, h8ers, How To Be Cool, etc-SO please write me at teahacic@gmail.com with questions OK???

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Tea

SPRING FAKERS

(Sometimes I link my VICE columns)

If you don’t have dreams, you have nothing. And if you have dreams, you should do whatever you can to make them real. I have two: to be be wealthy enough to take taxis everywhere and to be frivolous enough to throw outfits away after wearing them once. I try to achieve these goals, not by working hard to earn that wealth, but by paying for taxis with my mom’s credit card and throwing my wardrobe away in a hysteric craze.

I was feeling drunk generous last night and donated a bunch of clothes to one of those Yellow “Charity” Boxes. They say they’re for charity, but they’re probably owned by some old creep who wants to sniff used panties, (what idiot would donate their panties when they can sell them online?), and I’m sure of this because I have yet to see a homeless lady in my old Zara. Anyway, I threw them away because I was going through my closet and decided I hate everything, and I was going through my closet because I was packing for this week’s Spring Break Beach Trip (obviously, I’m still unemployed). Usually beach trips are easy to pack for as you just bring a bikini and enough alcohol to convince yourself you look good in your bikini, but I’m not just going to the beach, I'm going with boys! And not just boys, but ones I’ve had past obsessions with, and by “past” I mean current, so I need to look devastating! But how am I supposed to do that when I’ve got nothing to wear? *Faints*

I don’t regret throwing out my wardrobe because that’s what Spring is about-it’s about fresh beginnings! It’s about cleaning under your bed and dumping your boyfriend! It’s about a bright, new look, or in my case, feeling disgusting and uncomfortable until October.

I’m never ready for Spring. My genes aren’t cut out for it. As much as I fight against it I know that my body was meant for potato farming, vodka brewing and child-bearing in Croatian snow. I’m meant to be huddled under sheep for warmth, not running from one McDonald’s bathroom to another in order to refresh my deodorant and baby-wipe my butt.

You’d think that someone who enjoys being naked in public would love the seasons of skimpy clothing, but my problem isn’t one of modesty, but science. Warm weather makes me sweaty, bloated and gross, making it hard for me to Dress To Impress, which is so #essential here. American women dress for comfort while Italian women dress to make their husbands regret cheating on them-I get that, and I can deal with that standard when it’s cold, (everyone looks good in fake fur), but I can’t understand how you women turn into Fashion Unicorns as soon as the flowers start blooming? With no awkward in-between stage? Are any of you girls in my same boat or is it just me? Doesn’t matter, it’s my column, and I’ll cry if I want to.

FASHION ESSENTIALS FOR THE [UNFORTUNATE] SPRINGSLUT

FOOTWEAR:

I sweat like a whore in church and by “whore” I mean myself and by “church” I mean the STD clinic. My hands are always damp (if I’ve ever high-fived you or jerked you off you know this) as well as my feet. I know most of you can wear sandals or even regular shoes without socks (and y’all can S my D), but for my Fellow Gross Girls, I suggest knee-high white socks with platform sandals or oxfords, via Cher in Clueless. It’s a good look, and by “good look” I mean it attracts men, because deep down all men want to fuck a School Girl (and you should all be ashamed of yourselves).   

OUTERWEAR:

DRESSES: If people can’t see the inside of your uterus when you bend down you’re doing it wrong.

PANTS: I haven’t been able to feel good in a pair of pants ever since I “recovered” from anorexia. Call it Body Dysmorphic Disorder, I call it a lifestyle. Moving on.

UNDERWEAR

LINGERIE: Let’s bring back bras as tops, experiment with the idea of Formal Thongs and rock maternity panties as shorts. If the fabric is fancy enough, nobody can tell the difference.

HOSIERY: If I could know how much money I’ve spent on pantyhose in the past few years I’d probably react the same way as if someone told Lindsay Lohan how much she’s spent on crack. With that cash I could have bought cars, houses, islands, or at least gone to professional hair salons once in a while instead of butchering my bangs by myself.

This might be because I can’t not rip a pair of tights as soon as I get them but also because I wear them year-round. I’ve spent entire Springs and Summers in black (shaping) tights because I can’t deal with the horror of my legs sometimes rubbing against each other. (Insert: “that’s why your legs are always open” joke). Honestly, how is suddenly losing the trusted support of Control-Top Pantyhose not as traumatic as losing a loved one to cancer?

Anyway, 15 den sheer stockings are the only “acceptable” option for warm weather but the types of girls who don’t destroy those five minutes after putting them on are the same types of Fashion Unicorns who look good in Spring and therefore aren’t worth mentioning.

BEAUTY

FACE: People say when you lose your phone that means you need new friends. And when you leave all your makeup in a bar you have no time to come back to because you’re rushing to a meeting and are therefore forced to spend 200 euros at the nearest Sephora because you can’t be without a full face of drag mask for even a second, that means Spring is here. (What? Feminine Products are expensive! I’ve always said that the day I stop letting men pay for my shit is the day tampons stop costing 6 euros).

BODY: I’m eastern European and y’all know what that means, it means I can’t look at myself in a full-length mirror naked in natural daylight without having a body-hair stroke. I used to try to wax myself with Nair Strips but my hair was too strong for them. Really, I used them on my neck and arms and got actual bruises because the hair wouldn’t let the strip come off without brutal force. I looked like a junky that enjoys strangling herself (not far from the truth, but still). Now I just spend hours plucking hairs from my face and shaving the rest every day while hoping to god I never end up in a coma unable to take care of what I’m sure y’all wouldn’t even believe if you saw it. Why is having a human female body such a nightmare?

ACCESSORIES:

You need a purse small enough to not weigh you down but big enough to hold your panty-liners and baby wipes because god knows your vagina will be wet, and not in the good way.

I’m exhausted just thinking about these months to come. I feel totally defeated. In fact, I’ve changed my mind about one of my dreams. Maybe wearing something once and throwing it away isn’t chic. Who actually does that, anyway? The coolest people in the world are cartoon characters, and they wear the same thing every day.  

MARCH MADNESS 2013 #5: WERQING ON MY PRIVACY!

This weekend I learned a lesson about Over-Sharing. 
Trigger Warning: TMI!!!

MARCH MADNESS 2013 #4: THE LEGEND OF TAJCI

Never before seen footage of the struggles of Pre-Fame Tajci, as requested by anonymous:

MARCH MADNESS 2013 #3: MEED DA PARENTS

Thanks for reminding me that the last time I had a boyfriend the Backstreet Boys were together.

I DON'T CARE WHAT MY TEACHERS SAY I'M GONNA BE A FASHUN MODEL

VICE shot me for their "American" issue and here are the Mom-Friendly pictures :) 

Photos by Marco Pietracupa
Styling by Anna Carraro

MARCH MADNESS 2013 #2: FEED DA BIRDS

My second March Madness video is about Pigeons which would be my favorite animals if my favorite animals weren't seals. 

This video is dedicated to my boss who got me drunk tonight (we're #professional) and also my roommates for interrupting me via screaming about a football match (they're #mature).

MARCH MADNESS 2013 #1: DANCING TUTORIAL !!!

I barely slept last night and flew in from Paris today and now it's 2 am and I should be in bed trying to find links of the new GIRLS episode online but instead I'm doing this because I'm dedicated and by "dedicated" I mean afraid of being alone with my own thoughts and therefore having time to realize that I've graduated and don't have a full-time job or even a small dog to hang out with. So here's my first March Madness 2013 video, inspired by this: 

PS-Keep the ideas coming y'all! 

THE GRADUATE

OMFG y'all have given me such good March Madness requests my stomach hurts just reading them and not only because I ate leeks for dinner. And I graduated today, which means I can get started! You didn't believe I could graduate? Neither did I, until I woke up with three pimples to represent the three years I've studied at NABA. Also I guess they arrived via #stress. Because in Italy when you graduate you don't get to just put on a gown and sit in the grass and drink whiskey when nobody's looking while you wait for your name to get called. No! You have to present your thesis to a panel and drink whiskey between presentations in the bathroom instead (#stressful)! If you still don't believe me, here's a picture of me after signing my diploma

and the ~Graduate Banner~ I threw on the ground. 

Anyway, to celebrate this thing everyone my age has already done Great Accomplishment, tomorrow I'm going to Paris! And I'd make a new video before I go but tonight I have to write a VICE article about the Pope because my editor hates me even though I have a crush on him which will be difficult because all I know about the Pope is that in high school I said to a teacher, "an ex-Nazi is our new Pope," and he said, "grow up, Tea," and I was like, "I AM GROWN UP I'M SIXTEEN" and ran to the bathroom and took a whole box of laxatives and called my boyfriend and cried. 

So I don't have time to make a new video until I get back on Monday but if y'all wanna see, here's [parts of] the Thesis video I presented today with my collection and zines (my professors still have the zines and I want them back btw)! I've actually cut it hella short for y'all because it was full of stuff you don't wanna see and/or have already seen (and still is), but if you want to have an idea of what kind of crap can pass as "fashun," here ya go. The parts where I'm silent are the parts where IRL Tea is speaking to the professors and trying to convince them to not kick her out.



But who cares! Let's talk about how I'm excited about Paris via getting to see my Russian Princess and stalk a guy I once kissed at a Starbucks there. I'm also stoked about the fact that I'm finally overpacking. Yeah, I used to think it's cool to just bring one hand bag when I travel because it's cool to only wear one outfit over and over and over again in hopes of becoming a cartoon character but I'm too old for that crap now! This time I'm packing enough so I can change outfits every time I sneeze or blink or use the bathroom, which will be often, because, you know, me.

Ok so see y'all Monday! And let me know if you have any tips on the Pope! And also give me more March Madness requests-I'm going to try to do a video every day when I get back like I'm not kidding, I'll be like Daily Grace but with worse teeth.

Bye!

MARCH MADNESS (PART TWO)

Hey y'all! It's March again, and that's cray. 

You know what else is cray? That I'm graduating! Next Wednesday! Meaning, I won't be in school anymore! Because, I quit the master's program! Meaning, this whole month I'll be free to look for jobs lay in my bathtub while smearing mashed fruits and honey onto my face in hopes of curing this new pimple that's conveniently appeared during the one week of the year I'm going out. Speaking of which, how do kids cover up pimples these days? Should I put a Hello Kitty sticker on it? Cover it in eyeliner and call it a beauty mark? Give it a name? Make it Snapchat famous? Burn it with a cigarette? Embrace it in hopes of it making me look like an #adolescent?

What I'm trying to say is, now that I'm ~finally~ graduating I'll finally have time to do productive shit again like film myself crying every day. And it's perfect timing, because it's March! Because, remember that last March I started making videos for the first time, with my March Madness #experiment, in which y'all basically told me what to make videos about? Only back then I was hella bad at making videos (I'm super good at it now, like basically profesh)? So, are y'all into that again? Can you give me assignments? (No pee-on-your-stockings-and-choke-yourself-with-them requests this time, please). 

I also plan on learning a new 90's Boy Band choreography every week, since I'm practically a professional dancer now! So I could just werq that in to whatever y'all tell me to do, right?




Ok so let's do this! Help me! I'll do anything to get y'all's attention love! 

PS-If nobody suggests anything and/or I get no comments on this post (Facebook doesn't count) I will set myself on fire.

Thanks y'all! Can't wait to get this #March #Madness started!