According to a new survey published in the Daily Mail, women are spending an awful lot of time planning their weddings…before they even have a groom lined up. Out of 600 single women polled, 60 percent admit that they already have their wedding planned — sometimes down to the details of the dress, the vows, the bridesmaids and the exact wedding date. In addition, the survey found that instead of worrying about first kisses, most girls are 100 steps ahead, thinking about various elements of her big day by the age of 13. Even more disturbing: 34 percent of pre-emptive wedding planners say they spending HOURS each day on Pinterest et al looking for inspiration for floral arrangements, the perfect updo, and a venue appropriate for group dances to “Jump On It.” Keep reading »
This week on Date-Ade, the advice series for all your existential dating dilemmas, I discuss how to get over a stubborn crush on a not-so-good-for-you co-worker
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Trigger warning: this video and the text below contain accounts of rape and sexual assault.
On last night’s “Nightline,” three of Bikram Choudhury’s five sexual assault accusers bravely came forward to talk about the horrors they suffered at the hands of the yoga guru. Honestly, I had read about the charges, but the first-hand accounts were far more disturbing than I imagined. As a newly minted yoga teacher and a long-time yogi, these women’s stories rocked me to the core. To think of a practice that has been such a positive influence in my life being perverted by the most disgusting form of victimization is gut wrenching. As Sarah Baughn, the first woman to come forth in the media with her charges, says, “My daughter one day looked at me and said…’Mommy I want to be just like you. I want to be a yoga teacher.’ And all I could think was, ‘You can’t do that. You’ll get raped.’” Keep reading »
“I feel like ‘embattled’ or ‘disgraced’ will always follow my name. It’s like that black football player who recently came out. He said, ‘I just want to be known as a football player. I don’t want to be known as a gay football player.’ I know exactly what he’s saying. I’m fighting to get my name back.”
Paula Deen fights to get her name back in this week’s People and loses the battle. Miserably. I wonder if Paula could have chosen another comparison, any other comparison that didn’t include the words “disgraced,” “black” and “gay” in the same breath? At the very least couldn’t she have humanized Michael Sam by using his name? Instead, she only succeeded in further proving her ignorance. Despite her embattled, disgraced existence since her N-word scandal, she still has plenty of bacon in the bank ($75 million form a private investment firm to be exact) and a new restaurant opening near Tennessee’s Dollywood theme park. [DListed]
You don’t need to sell me on the idea that drag is deeply inspiring (see: my obsession with “RuPaul’s Drag Race”). It’s not just about the WOW effect of all the sequins on the catwalk, it’s about making gender performance, which falls outside of the traditional binary, palatable to a wider audience. Artist Saint Hoax attended his first drag show and was stuck by the sequins, yes, but also by how it takes the “exact effort to make a leader” that it does to make an iconic drag queen: a flamboyant name, a fierce persona, defining outfits, a personalized hairdo, a trademark feature and one hell of a PR team. In his piece, “War Drags You Out,” Saint Hoax went to work transforming the most controversial political leaders into iconic queens. In a statement on his website, Saint Hoax writes:
“A rush of images containing Hitler’s mustache, Bin laden’s headgear, Obama’s campaigns, Saddam’s narcism crossed through my mind. It got me thinking that behind every ‘great’ man, there’s a queen. Like drag queens, political/religious leaders are expected to entertain, perform and occasionally lip-sync a public speech. But unlike drag queens, the fame hungry leaders don’t know when to take their costumes off. ”
After the jump, meet Hitleria Hysteria,Queen Abby, Madame O’ Sane, Georgia Buchette, Vladdy Pushin’ Ossie B’ and Baricka O’Bisha making their debuts in GIF form. WERK! [Jezebel] Keep reading »
In today’s Dear Prudence letter, a woman going by the name of “Feeling Dirty” wrote in “grossed out” and “confused” that her boyfriend of two years seems to be turned on every time she poops — especially if it’s of the diarrhea variety. The woman, who mentions that she grew up in a house where bathroom behavior was never discussed, admits that she’s one of those secret poopers, even in her own home, which she shares with her boyfriend, “Ron.” She writes:
“Now that ‘Ron’ and I are living together, I have to divulge certain information on a need to know basis. More specifically, if I have diarrhea. These times I have had to explain, ‘You may not want to go in there for a while.’ The weird thing is, 15 minutes or so after telling him such, Ron initiates sex. I find it gross and confusing. He knows how uncomfortable I feel as it is. This has happened four times so far. He denies a pattern or that it’s unusual. Am I the one being weird about this?”
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Breaking news: According to The New York Post, all those sexy, mountain man beards you’ve seen parading around the trendiest parts of Brooklyn, Portland, Nashville, Austin and the like, are — GASP! – fake, fake fake. Plastic surgeon Dr. Jeffrey Epstein, who performs facial hair transplants for $8,500 a pop says that his beard-enhancing services have increased markedly in recent years He’s gone from performing a handful a year to three a week!
“Brooklyn is probably the nucleus of the trend, it’s the hipster ‘look’ guys want. If you have a spotty beard, and you let it grow out, it looks sloppy, clients want full beards because it’s a masculine look. Beards are an important male identifier,” Epstein explained. Keep reading »
What to say, oh, what to say about an anonymous Thought Catalogue essay that starts, “From the beginning we knew our relationship looked like a cliché—perhaps plucked from a boring episode of ‘Mad Men.’ You, my 21-year-old millennial intern, me, your 30-something married boss with two kids”?
“To The Millennial I Left For My Wife (And 8 Parting Words Of Advice)” is a hate-read from the first line. Sadly, it only gets much, much more hate-able as it goes on. I don’t mean to spoil the surprise for you, but this wannabe modern day Don Draper leaves his wife and two kids for his millennial intern. They have a few great “magical” and “addictive” weeks together “dancing on the dock of a river” and stealing kisses in an elevator. But soon, everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Why? Oh, because “serious differences emerged from the shadows” and “common backgrounds also forged common problems.” God, I HATE when that happens. Keep reading »