Will and Jaden Smith appeared on Thai TV show “The Woody Show” to promote their new film, “After Earth.” You can watch the full segment here, but let me give you the big highlight. The host asks Will, “Have you ever kissed your son on Thai television before?” Will replies, “I can kiss my son.” Then he grabs Jaden and kisses him on the mouth. There appeared to have been tongue involved.
Jaden responded to the kissing incident saying, “[That] happens all the time.” I say, to each family their own.
These two aren’t the only famous family members who like to lock lips. Click onward to see other celebrity family members caught kissing. [Hello Beautiful]
When I was 13, I didn’t have the option of purchasing my Units separates on Ebay or getting the new Red Hot Chili Peppers cassette tape on iTunes or finding a way to live stream the latest NC-17 film on my laptop. If I wanted a lava lamp or a new glamour shot or an Orange Julius, I had to convince one of my parents (or one of my friends’ parents) to drop me off at the damn mall for the day. It was an event which required strategic planning and ingenuity. And one that I was concerned that young people today might miss out on. Keep reading »
On the German TV show “Wetten, dass…?” (I have no idea what that translates to and don’t think I want to know), the charming and talented Gerard Butler showed off some of his stupid party tricks. First, he cracked walnuts with his ass cheeks and then he followed that up with an ice bath for his penis. Just a regular day of Gerard doing his important work in the world. The combination of watching him in pooping position and hearing him speak German has left me feeling spent. [US Weekly]
I’m having a moment with Chicago. First, the deep dish pizza, and now, an “unexpected” ad campaign to help prevent teen pregnancy. Some people are calling the ads featuring teen boys Photoshopped to look preggo “disturbing” — but the so are the teenage pregnancy rates in the city. So, touché. I think they’re genius.
“We wanted to create an ad campaign that would cut through the clutter and get people thinking about teen pregnancy and teen births, and how it can affect more than just teen girls. The daughters of teen mothers are more likely to become teen moms themselves. And the sons of teen moms are more likely to go to prison. These are challenges that go beyond one girl or one woman,” explained a spokesman from Chicago Department of Health.
Well played, Chicago. I hope it works. [Sun UK]
Stage 1: Skepticism. You sit down at what’s supposedly the best deep dish pizza restaurant in all of Chicago and think to yourself, There’s no way I’ll like this better than New York pizza. I like my crust thin. I like to be able to fold my slice in half and eat it while I text and Instagram and walk the dog. What the hell does Chicago know about pizza that New York doesn’t? And then you sit and wait until your pizza arrives. It takes a good 30 minutes, and you don’t care how friendly the waiter is (FINE, the people in Chicago are nicer), no pizza is worth waiting more than half an hour for. You have other things to do. Like, try Italian beef. What are they doing back there, making the crust a quarter of a millimeter at a time?
Stage 2: Playing it cool. The pizzas arrive, piping hot and smelling better than bacon on New Year’s morning and you have an automatic salivary response. Your stomach churls and lurches, but your face shows none of it. Smell isn’t everything. You are going to reserve your enthusiasm for the first bite.
Stage 3: Loss of decorum. Despite your resolve not to like this bastard form of pizza, you’ve bitten down on a slice of pillowy, saucy, crunchy deep dish cheese with pepperoni, and you’re experiencing a mini-blackout. All of your pleasure centers are responding at once. You are floating through cloud crusts, sailing through a pepperoni sea. You are lulled to sleep on a bed of sauce and tucked into a blanket of mozzarella. And no pain or harm can come to you. Now or ever again. The world is not such a bad place after all as long as deep dish pizza stays in your mouth forever. You don’t care if it’s all over your face. You don’t care if you’ve brought the plate up to your face and you are licking it. You are alone with the pizza. Just you and the pizza for eternity. Keep reading »
Meet (from left to right) Geena the intimate massager, Woody the deep stimulator and Clitt the double action stimulator. They look like something fun for your baby to teeth on, but in fact, they are adult toy company Kokoro’s new line of vibrators. The Buxxxer collection is now available for purchase. That is, if the thought of a sex toy that stares back at you doesn’t freak you the fuck out. I think I’ll pass. Vibrators aren’t meant to be adorable. Or dance to Daft Punk. [Laughing Squid]
My dad can shoot the shit for hours with strangers at Starbucks about pretty much any topic. Why blonde roast is better than French roast. He can have a full on conversation with the TV screen during a basketball game. Why the hell did you do that, you idiot?! He can even carry on a convo with the dog. Does Jackson want a W-A-L-K? But sometimes I call on the phone hoping to talk about my latest existential crisis and our conversation consists of: Hi honey. How are you? Here’s your mother. Keep reading »
I’ve never had a wedding. I’ve never planned a wedding. I’ve never even helped plan a wedding. But, as a 30-something, I’ve been attending weddings regularly for the last decade and I think it’s time for me tell about-to-tie-the-knot couples the truth: the things your guests care about (open bar! music!) and the details you’re stressing over (favors! the selected reading at your ceremony!) are completely different. If you were considering making your guests pay for drinks, may I recommend that you skip the embossed matchbooks and focus on what’s important here: ENDLESS CHAMPAGNE. Not that the wedding is for the guests, but just in case you were wondering, here are some things your guests will/won’t remember about your big day: Keep reading »