The more than one million active cultures (of Italy)

I have always enjoyed a good yogurt. 

My first yogurt-consumption related memory dates back to when I was probably six years old: peeling back the red-foil-topped Strawberry Banana Yoplait, then licking the lid the way my mama instructed me to (never waste anything!). My fascination for lid-licking was later usurped by the squeezable Gogurt (the dairy version of the delectable OtterPop), then frozen Gogurt, then Yoplait Whips, then greek yogurt with honey, then frozen soft serve,  then homemade yogurt, then greek yogurt with honey again, and so-on. 

Of late, my favorite flavor has been of the full-fat and plain variety. Still, I love cruising the dairy aisle at the Pam and admiring the diversity of flavors that function to meet the needs of the Italian palate. Over time, I've managed to successfully exhaust the entire Activia family for taste-testing, and even gone so far as to make a single-portion pseudo-gelato by freezing the "Golosi" flavors [which means "greedy/gluttonous" in reference to a person but "decadent"/"voluptuous"/"indulgent" as it relates to food] and saving them  for an after dinner delight. 

Aside from the regular genres like Vanilla or Berries of the Woods, I've found Hazelnut, Coffee, Prune, Fig, Wheat & Walnut, Coconut ("con fiber"!), Wheat and Honey, Pear (+fiber), and Fiordilatte (akin  to sweetcream). Wheat & honey is probably my favorite, though I'm still holding out for the day I find Tiramisu. 

(...my favorite part about the yogurt is still, (and always will be) licking the lid.) 

Say Nogan to Hogan

I don't claim to be an expert on anything, let alone fashion. 

That said, via my casually collected observations whilst living in the "fashion capital of the world", I can safely certify that Milan showcases more pedestrians falling victim to clothing-related misfortunes than any other city I've ever lived (and this includes Seattle, a conurbation that excretes more fleece than it does coffee). 

The problem with fashion faux-pas Milanese style, is the willing submission to over-priced name brands that completely lack an aesthetic dimension- solely for the sake of the name brand. Take for instance, these little gems:

Indeed these orthopedic-esque disasters (known (unaffectionately according to me) as Hogan) retail for $400. FOUR-HUND-RED-DOL-LARS. I don't understand. I would pay to not have to wear them. For ten euro, any pleb could blitz a walmart/lidl, pick out a pair of high tops from the clearance rack, recover her bedazzler, and affix a few crystal gems to the side for a fraction of the price. And as if these obviously-ugly-but-well-known-for-being-pricey footpieces weren't criminal enough, they are almost always accompanied by either scruffy pants or a scruffy top, and a designer handbag dripping in designer print- 99% of the time Louis Vuitton, 1% Fendi, never a Prada.To highlight the pervasiveness of the issue, I'd like to explain that the following photographic evidence was taken over the course of only 24 hours, and that for every photo successfully captured, I bared witness to five times the actual assault crime.

So if you're one who succumbs, you can buy them here; if you're craving for more street suicide, you can see more here.