If you attended an arts college like I did, then you know that the constant competition to be the best, the brutal critiques, and the pressure to push the boundaries is enough to make you want to jump off a bridge. And in a move that can only be described as supremely post-postmodern, that’s what Swedish art student Anna Odell attempted to do as a performance art piece for a final project—jump off the Liljeholmen Bridge.
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Famous lady author Candace Bushnell has cracked the whip against the term “cougar” in an op-ed published in the upcoming issue of More magazine. So what if the “Sex and the City” writer is 50 and her hubby (a ballet dancer … hot) is 10 years younger? Don’t call the lady a “cougar!” She wonders, rightfully so, why every time a woman breaks through some kind of uncharted territory they receive an annoying label—like when successful business women are called “ball busters” or “ice queens.” (Sorry Anna Wintour, it’s kind of true in your case.) Keep reading »
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep—I am overcome with heartbreak knowing that the man of my dreams is off the market. This unemployed father of seven children by seven baby mamas is preparing for a shotgun wedding to the eighth! Being single is hard, and when I think of the kind of guy I’m looking for, I know that Brit Keith MacDonald embodies all of the qualities that I dream of. I only ask myself why I couldn’t have met him before his fiancée, 20-year-old Claire Bryant? The story is sooo romantic. Check out the swoon-worthy details after the jump. Keep reading »
“I’ve had a couple of dreams lately where at some point in my dream I become aware that I am dreaming. I don’t wake up, but I actually feel awake and can control my thoughts as I do when I’m awake. For example, I’ve had a reoccurring dream where I am in my childhood bedroom (I haven’t lived there for 20 years) and I see myself sleeping on the bed and the room looks exactly the way it did when I was 8. I see the ceiling fan above me and I look down and notice that I am asleep on the bed. Then I tell myself that I am dreaming and I that I can fly because it’s just a dream. And then I float up really easily toward the ceiling and enjoy my flight. What does this mean? It’s weirding me out.” – Wide Awake Fast Asleep Keep reading »
If you’ve ever experienced anxiety or depression, you know the appeal of simply staying home and hiding in your bed forever. Sounds kind of dangerous right? Maybe not. Scientists in the UK were trying to come up with alternative ways—other than flippantly prescribing meds—to treat anxious and depressed patients, who often have to wait over a year to visit a shrink. And they came up with the idea of virtual therapy—essentially, IMing a shrink. Turns out, it’s just as effective if not more so than actual talk therapy. The study looked at 297 people, half of whom had 10 sessions of therapy, each lasting about an hour, where they used instant messaging to chat one-on-one with a trained therapist. The results? About four in 10 people who had online therapy improved to the point where they were no longer depressed. Only two in 10 people recovered without any therapy. Keep reading »
What do you do when you have visions of yourself as Queen Nefertiti in a former life? You spend a quarter of a million dollars on 51 plastic surgeries so that you can look like her, of course. That’s exactly what a 49-year-old mother of three, Nileen Namita, has done. She has spent more than 20 years attempting to turn herself into the ancient Egyptian Queen. She’s gotten eight nose jobs, three chin implants, three facelifts, two lip surgeries, five eye surgeries and many other minor tweaks. And after all that, I just look at her face and see … no resemblance whatsoever. [Daily Mail]
Namita has been to therapy to try to get over these fantastical visions of herself as Nefertiti. All I have to say is that this clearly is an addiction, and any doctor participating in it is the equivalent of a pusher man. After the jump, other people who have taken the plastic surgery look-a-like thing waaay too far. Keep reading »
So you’ve made it through the horrifying breakup with someone you cared about … now what? To be friends or not to be friends, that is the question. Most of the time I like to make a nice clean break adhering to a “no contact” and “no getting back together” policy. I’ve learned from experience that this is a necessary move for me to heal my ailing heart and move on. In time, I am usually content to be “acquaintances with history,” exchanging an email every once in a while or having friendly drinks with the exes that I still respect. But that’s only after time has passed and I’ve removed the rose-colored glasses that I used to gaze at him through. And, of course, there are the guys that I know I won’t ever see or speak with ever again … those that have committed offenses of the heart too heinous to be forgiven in this lifetime. But it’s not always so black and white. Some people are worth keeping in your life. Keep reading »
Yesterday’s cautionary tale about Googling your date got me thinking. My last blind date (before which I did no investigation) was seriously a nightmare.
As Tom and I sat down for a glass of wine, he launched right in: “I am under investigation by the Federal Government.” I smiled and laughed. “I’m serious,” he said with a strangely vacant smile. “What for?” I asked shifting in my seat and starting to sweat a little bit. “They are accusing me of insider trading, but I’m innocent.” “Great!” I said relieved. “Unless I get indicted,” he said, “then I would go to jail.” I gulped my wine down, asked for the check, and sprinted in the rain as fast as I could to the nearest subway station.
So now my friend wants to set me up on a blind date and I want to make extra sure that I have all the dirt on this dude before proceeding. Never again will I suffer a repeat of the Tom scenario. So, following Wendy’s sage advice, I Googled this guy’s name AND email address.
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Remember those drunk driving PSAs we were forced to watch in Driver’s Ed? The plot was usually the same—a friend is at the funeral of a friend who was killed in a drunk driving accident and then we see a totaled car wrapped around a pole. While these were always a bit on the cheeseball side, they had the intended effect: to instill a healthy dose of fear into the hearts and minds of reckless, invincible, idiotic teens. Well, apparently we need to terrify, not just scare, the teens of today. This British PSA, which warns about texting while driving, is hands down the scariest, most graphic video I have seen in my life. In the first 30 seconds, there is a gory accident complete with necks snapping, blood flowing, glass shattering. I don’t want to spoil the end—but almost everyone dies. If you ask me, this is really taking it too far. The point of a PSA is to discourage the teens, not to give them vicarious post-traumatic stress disorder. Save the horror for horror films, please. [BuzzFeed
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