“I’ve always kind of baulked at the concept of ‘the game.’ You have all these automaton men going into bars saying the same lines, kind of half-insulting a girl in the hope they’re going to sleep with them. It’s just so inappropriate and crass and it takes all the romance and mystery out of courtship and out of meeting someone and just sparking something. I always just like to leave that stuff up to chance.”
– Andrew Garfield explains why he’s not the type of guy to use pick-up lines on strangers in bars. Oh, Andrew, I don’t mind. Really, I don’t. [Yahoo!] Keep reading »
Like anyone with an inquisitive mind and too much time on her hands, I have a lot of questions about boners. The week is young and I’ve already got one answered. [via Shlooby Kitten] Keep reading »
“Oh my God, I’m more naked that I was in Playboy. I’m so mad right now. [The magazine] promised I would be covered with artwork — you can see the nipples! The whole concept was sold to me that nothing would be seen. I feel so taken advantage of … I’ve definitely learned my lesson. I’m never taking my clothes off again, even if it’s for Vogue.”
– Kim Kardashian claims she was utterly bamboozled by the evil editors at W who pinky swore when she took a nudie photo for the magazine’s cover that she wouldn’t appear so nude. Now, I used to work in the magazine biz and I know that celebs can and do ask for the right to approve images if they’re really concerned about being seen in a certain light. If you’re gonna let a magazine photograph you butt naked and then take them at their word that they’re going to make you look less naked, you’re an idiot. [Us Weekly] Keep reading »
One of the things I’ve been thinking about during this drinking/dating/sex sabbatical of mine is how you know you actually like someone. I’ve come to realize that in addition to being an extreme emotions junkie, I’m what Dr. Drew might call a “love-a-holic.” A motivating factor in my desire to sleep with someone is for that amazing but temporary feeling of love and desire and wholeness that washes over me when I’m in bed with them. I lovvvvve the feeling of being in love, feeling love, having a crush, etc. Looking back, I’ve felt love for people that I barely know, let alone know well enough to deduce if I actually like them. So, in the last 20 days of being sober and date/sex-free, I’ve felt the feelings of liking someone hit me and instead of obsessing over them and rolling around in that feeling of like, I’ve tried to think about why I have that feeling. Keep reading »
Last night was the hand-job-iest of all award shows, the Screen Actors Guild Awards, in which actors laud other actors for being ACTORS. I seriously feel embarrassed every year, as the camera pans to celebrities in the crowd, who tell some anecdote about their experience with the craft and they end each mini-monologue with, “My name is BLAH BLAH BLAH, and I am an ACTOR.” Clearly, I am not so embarrassed for them that I turn the show OFF, of course. Besides, I like to look at the clothes! This year, the actresses walking the red carpet for the SAG Awards did a whole lot right — there was lots of red, some blue, a whole lot of black, and a whole mess of nude. There weren’t many glaring eyesores, but many played it safe. Keep clicking to see the good, the bad, the meh, and one expected WTF.