According to some new research in Switzerland, we should ditch our mattresses and start sleeping in hammocks. Besides making us feel like we are on vacation in the tropics, the gentle rocking motion of the hammock,was found to inspire quicker, deeper, more high-quality sleep in adults. The motion increased “sleep spindles,” a certain kind of brain activity which has been linked to better memory and brain plasticity. No need to get all technical, I am so into installing a hammock in my bedroom, although I may be scared of falling out of it in the middle of the night. Maybe I’ll just cover my floor with a layer of fake sand. [NPR] Keep reading »
The hosts of reality competition shows are kind of like commercial breaks—necessary evils that you must endure in order to get your tele-fix. I tend to tune them out, their voices becoming like the “wah-wahs” of Charlie Brown’s teacher in “Peanuts.” Reality TV hosts are usually like an extension of the set—only there for decoration and functionality. Until now, there has never been a host I’ve given a crap about. But Cat Deeley, the model-esque host of “So You Think You Can Dance,” is not just a host. She’s a reason to watch the show. She actually adds entertainment value each week. I know, what a concept.
After the jump some reasons why Cat is the cat’s pajamas. Other reality hosts, please take note. Keep reading »
A new study found that when the going gets tough financially, we want to curl up next to the most feminine wimps we can find, whereas if we are worried about ailing health, we’ll run straight into the arms of a burly man. Why? Because we want the wimps for their nurturing qualities and the manly men for t
hey’re their superior genes, according to Australian researchers. Ahh, so the flailing economy may be to blame for the current taste in male sex symbols being of the more feminine persuasion. Sorry Russell Brand. Not that I’m knocking girly men here. I love them and I always have. Maybe this is because I’ve always been poor. I mean, I was a former goth. My first boyfriend wore fishnet gloves and guyliner. And he wasn’t the last. Feel free to make fun of me. [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
Disclaimer: You may not want to watch this video before, during, or after eating … or maybe at all if you’re squeamish and get nauseous when you watch others vomit.
Performance artist Millie Brown is a trailblazer in a new medium known as puke art. Her latest work, “Nexus Vomitius,” features her drinking an array of colored liquids and then throwing them up onto a canvas while accompanied by opera singers. The finished product is not bad. I would consider hanging it in my home if I wasn’t worried about the smell. I find this conceptually interesting in theory, disgusting in practice. What do you think of Millie’s puke painting? High art or a foul mess? [Buzz Feed] Keep reading »
As a child, I always loved going to the dentist. I was not one of those kids who was traumatized by barbaric dental practices such as being put in a straight jacket during my cleanings. I adored Dr. J, the charming southern gentleman who only mildly scolded me for never flossing, who pinky swore he would never, ever hurt me. When I was eight, he had some bad news for me.
“Now darlin’, I’m gonna have pull your last four baby teeth,” he said gently. “You know how I promised I would never hurt you?”
I nodded, tears streaming down my face.
“Well, when I make a promise, I keep it dang it! If I hurt you, you don’t ever have to come back again. Deal?” Keep reading »