Sarah Jessica Parker is looking to capitalize on her “Sex and the City” role as long as she can, apparently — and more power to her, but I feel like maybe there’s classier ways to do it than trespassing on 66 Perry Street to do an impromptu Instagram photoshoot for her new shoe line.
The owners of the brownstone have had enough problems with tourists that they’ve had to put up a chain bearing a sign that reads “Do NOT go on staircase please.” SATC tourists are still a problem for the block — the president of the Perry Street Association told Page Six that the situation is “intense,” adding that “people who live here get upset that the sidewalks are constantly jammed.” Keep reading »
“My first album came out when I was 16, so I would write about my life as I saw it, as I felt it. And then what happens is as you get more successful, which you’re lucky if that happens, you have more and more people paying attention to what you’re doing and you’ve been doing it the same way your entire career as a songwriter, but all of a sudden the perspective has changed. They use kind of you writing songs about your life as a way to play detective. And for me, I have a really strict personal policy that I never name names, so anybody saying that a song is about a specific person is purely speculating….The most important thing for me is maintaining artistic integrity which means as a songwriter I still continue to write about my life…you’re going to have people who are gonna say, ‘Oh you know, like she just writes songs about her ex-boyfriends,’ and I think, frankly, that’s just a very sexist angle to take. No one says that about Ed Sheeran. No one says it about Bruno Mars. They’re all writing about their exes, their current girlfriends, their love life and no one raises a red flag there.”
Taylor Swift told Australian radio station 2DayFM how she really feels about all the flack she gets for writing so many songs about ex-boyfriends, and, well, she makes a great point. [Celebuzz] [Image via AKM-GSI]
I have a really difficult time coming during sex. I can get there, but I need to be in the right frame of mind, my brain can’t be in full-on ADD mode, and I need, like, direct and constant pressure on my clitoris. (Dudes who hope to bang me, you should probably get out a notepad and write that down.) I’m hardly the only woman who has difficulty reaching orgasm during sex or who needs a lot of clitoral stimulation — according to Planned Parenthood, 30 percent of women are in the same boat. I sometimes will break out a vibrator in the bedroom, but depending on the sexual position, it either gets in the way or I find it awkward to hold for an extended period of time. The best position for me is doggystyle (can I just say I hate that term? can we call it something else?) because it lends easy access to my bits, but with one hand busy, I’m left holding my body up with the other arm and really that’s not terribly comfy either. WHAT TO DO? Perhaps Eva is my answer. Keep reading »
I am not the slightest bit surprised that some bag of dicks decided it would be totally hilarious and clever to dress up as Ray Rice for Halloween. And not just any Ray Rice, mind you — but Ray Rice, domestic abuser, complete with a blow-up doll pinned to the ground like Rice’s then-fiance (now wife) Janay Rice. The Reddit user who posted the photo has since deleted his account, but his caption reads: “Ladies were falling for my friends Ray Rice costume.” Speaking of ladies … LADIES, take a good, long, hard look at this chump’s face, commit it to memory, and then avoid at all costs. [Reddit]
First of all, this cat’s name is Twitter. Like, after the internet. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s all marvel at her Naomi Campbell strut across her household carpet. All that’s missing is “Work Bitch” playing in the background. And maybe kitty-sized pumps. [Neatorama]
So, I decided to stay in New York City for at least another year, after a recent bout of depression made me realize I wasn’t ready to uproot myself just yet. I found a new apartment in Brooklyn that I’m really excited about (moving November 1), my friends and family are thrilled I’m sticking around, and I’m generally feeling a bit better mentally. But there’s just one problem: WINTER IS COMING. I. Hate. Winter. I mean, I like it during the first snow of the season, and I like the initially chilly days of fall, when I can break out my plaid flannels. But winter? Winter is bullshit. It is long. It is cold. It is dark. It threatens to drive me insane every year. But because I’m sort of vain and I really like fashion, one sure way to at least temporarily pull me from the clutches of the winter blues is to shop for new winter clothes. Honestly, if my outfit is ON POINT and I’m feeling high on my own supply, the cold bothers me a lot less. So, for the sake of my own mental health, I have prepared a list of the various items I — and possibly you, if you also suffer from Severe Winter Hatred — need to acquire in order to survive my 14th East Coast winter.