Profile for Amelia McDonell-Parry

A Winter Scarf With An Identity Crisis

It’s 20 degrees out and you’ve forgotten your gloves again. So typical. Thank goodness your scarf works overtime. Or it would if you owned Wolf & Harrison’s knit scarf with pockets perfect for stuffing your nearly frost-bitten mitts in. Oh crap. Forgot your earmuffs too? No worries, this scarf is long enough to wrap around your ears too. You won’t freeze to death this winter after all.

[$33.00 Wolf & Harrison]

Rachel Roy’s Man Repeller To The Rescue!

Raise your hand if you’ve ever put together an outfit you love, but that a guy in your life just hasn’t, well, understood? All of you? Thought so. The fact is, men sometimes just don’t get women’s fashion. Such is the concept behind Rachel Roy’s latest online ad campaign — what if you want to repel dudes with your fashion choices or at least ensure you find the one who loves your style? Rachel’s in-house Man Repelling Expert, Leandra Medine, to the rescue! Too many men beating down your door? Dress in tons of layers! Got a blind date and nothing to wear? Don a onesie! Just survived a breakup? Let your freak-flag fly in an explosion of prints! I was already a fan of Rachel Roy’s fashion line, but am an even bigger supporter now thanks to this quirky campaign; I wonder what the Man Repeller would recommend for a gal in the middle of a sex sabbatical? Check out three man repeller looks, after the jump! [Rachel Roy] Keep reading »

The 20 Cuties In The Puppy Bowl 2011 Starting Lineup!

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Sunday, February 6th is a going to be a big day in the McDonell-Parry household. While all those football fans get themselves all worked up over the Packers and the Steelers, Lucca and I are going to be drooling and squealing and clapping with delight as we watch the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet. Well, that will be my reaction — Lucca will just be barking at the screen, pissed that these two-dimensional mongrels dare to infiltrate her turf. Anyway, in preparation, I have spent the last half hour drooling and squealing and clapping with delight looking at photos of the 20 puppies in the Puppy Bowl’s starting lineup. After much internal debate, I picked my personal fave — but 19 others are close seconds.

Ashton Kutcher And Little Sister, I Mean, Step-Daughter Collaborate On Duet


Nineteen-year-old Scout Willis recently sat down with step-dad Ashton Kutcher to perform a song they wrote called “My Sober” for a YouTube vid. It’s a sweet little ditty and I like the simplicity of Scout’s voice over Ashton’s humble guitar strumming, but I’m sort of distracted by the fact that theirs is technically a parent/child relationship. I mean, he looks like he could be her boyfriend or older brother, especially decked out in that football jersey. It weirds me out. [PopEater] Keep reading »

Dior Haute Couture Brings The Glam To Spring/Summer 2011 Runway Show

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Not to pull a #humblebrag, but I’ve been to my share of fashion shows. They’re pretty boring. I’ll go to more in the future, I’m sure, but only if work requires — with a few exceptions. Should I ever be sent an invitation to a Dior haute couture fashion show in Paris, I’d cancel my plans, sell all my furniture to afford the last minute plane ticket and book it to the nearest airport. Dior just presented their Spring/Summer 2011 haute couture collection and it was a straight-up spectacle of over-the-top, fantastical, but completely gorgeous clothes. I’m not usually blown away by models — I mean, human clothes hangers, right? — but these bitches worked it. How could they not? Keep clicking to see what I mean…

Girl Talk: Knowing What I’m Worth

Sunday morning, at 2:30 a.m., I was jostled from my deep slumber by the obnoxious trill of my cellphone alerting me to a new text message. I knew it had to be one of two people. Anyone else who would text at such a late hour would be being rude, but a booty call is just playing by the rules.

I didn’t get the little rush I usually feel when I realize someone wants to come over to bang me in the middle of the night. I didn’t even really feel flattered. I glanced at my phone to double check — yep, Likely Candidate #1, the 28-year-old who was probably hoping for a good luck f**k on behalf of the Jets before that evening’s championship game. I clicked my phone to silent and got back underneath the covers. Not interested. This was kind of a big deal, as two weeks ago — before I began my sex/dating/drinking sabbatical — I would have texted him back in the affirmative and spent the 15 minutes before he arrived ensuring I didn’t have bad breath and that my armpits were shaved. Keep reading »

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