After a long day of swimming and preying on sea life, sharks need to take a load off just like us humans. Instead of watching massive amounts of reality TV (not that I’ve ever done that), researchers have found that sharks enjoy some tunes to help them relax. According to a team studying the effects of music on a group of great white sharks in Australia, AC/DC—more specifically the song “You Shook Me All Night Long”—has been shown to calm the animals. When hearing that particular hard-rock anthem, the sharks became inquisitive and much less aggressive. Some of them even rubbed their faces along the speaker in a gesture of affection. I wonder if something like Enya would have the opposite effect and make them bloodthirsty? Not that I have any desire to find out. Keep reading »
“Every relationship you have, you’re learning and growing and taking something from that. So for me, it’s never been too dramatic of a thing when something ends. I have a strong sense of myself. That gives me a sense of security, you know?”
—Blake Lively pontificates on relationships in Glamour. I don’t really have an opinion of Blake one way or another, but I kind of find this quote naive and a little self-righteous. Is it that she’s never had her heart broken or that she’s above getting emotional? Or maybe she’s been hurt very badly and is trying to front. Part of breaking up is being sad when a meaningful relationship ends. There is nothing weak about showing your vulnerability. It’s not dramatic, it’s human. [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
What is your female response? According to this film, there are seven basic ways that women respond. To what? I don’t know. To their femaleness, I suppose? I’m glad my way of coping was to become “the free thinker” and not “the secretary.” [Girls of the World] Keep reading »
“The commute is killing me,” I said, tears streaming down my face.
My live-in boyfriend Jeff looked at me, puzzled. I couldn’t blame him. The way I behaved when I got home from work every day was, well, puzzling. After a 12-hour work day as a high school teacher and a two-hour commute home through bumper-to-bumper Los Angeles traffic, I arrived home every night in a rage. On the worst days, I would push through the door of our apartment like a tornado, slam it shut, scream at Jeff, run into the bedroom and cry like a five-year-old. This is embarrassing for me to admit, but it’s true. I should probably also mention that I am usually a fairly calm, only occasionally histrionic person. I was not behaving like myself. Keep reading »
Apparently this is what happens if you are Snooki and you crash your Fiat while in Florence. Oh, and you also get your license revoked and face criminal charges. At least she has found an interesting way to make her neck brace work with her wardrobe.[Us Weekly] Keep reading »