So, I was pretty sure I was up to speed on my rare disorders – this happens to be a fascination of mine – but apparently not. If I thought Marfan Syndrome or Pica was weird, I was in for a mindf*** with this one. Wait for it…Angelman’s Syndrome (named after the dude who discovered it and also fitting cause peeps that have it have an unusually happy disposition) sometimes called happy puppet syndrome is a neuro- genetic thingy where a person has developmental delays, weird sleep things, “absence” seizures where they disappear for a minute, jerky, puppet-like movements like hand-flapping, frequent laughter or smiling. So. Damn. Crazy. Even crazier? Colin Farrell’s 6-year-old son James has it. [Celebrity Baby] Check out the video below of a child with Angelman’s to get a better idea. If you’re a science nerd like me, you’ll probably get wrapped up in research for the rest of the day.
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Normally, I’m not big on low-budget documentaries. But this new video called “Our Hidden Culture” really got me thinking. It argues that we in the United States live in a “rape culture”—where unwanted sexual attention is constantly lavished on women (hello, cat callers), where sexual violence is constantly portrayed in music and on film (that’s you, Eminem), and where women are always expected to be sexual creatures (thanks, Victoria’s Secret). When these behaviors are accepted as the norm, of course we see sexual harassment, verbal abuse, discrimination and, yes, rape. The idea here is that sexual violence is as much of a social problem as a personal one. These little things become so commonplace that we may not even notice them, but it’s these very attitudes that lead to violence. Keep reading »
Are you ready for this one? If you want to get someone to like you … copy him! As in say what he says, nod when he nods, smile when he smiles. Yes, that’s all it takes. A new study done with monkeys, balls, and marshmallows (yes, you read that correctly) shows that people recognize and prefer those who mimic their behavior, proving once again that humans and monkeys alike are all hardwired to be totally self-absorbed. [Time] Keep reading »
Do you save the crazy emails you receive? Umm … I have an entire arsenal of them. About six years ago, I started a file in my inbox labeled “INSANE” and I have been growing my collection ever since. Nothing cheers me up like reading an insane email thread. Truly. That’s why this new blog, Emails From Crazy People, is helping me laugh my way through the dog days of summer. The site features the kind of insanity that only email can capture—like those crazy emails from the GF while her BF was in Europe. After the jump, two of my favorite crazytown emails from the site plus two rare gems from my own personal collection. You’re welcome. Keep reading »
For those of you youngins out there, let me explain to you the rocking indie impact that the band Sonic Youth had on me my freshman year of high school when I first saw them play. The small room went wild as a bunch of dirty teens half-headbanged, half-moshed to their raw sound. When alternative music was a newborn, Sonic Youth was the band that first introduced me to the hardcore post-punk, pre-emo sound that shaped my musical taste and defined the angsty sound of my generation. That’s why I was so intrigued to hear that Sonic Youth would be performing an acoustic version of “Starpower,” a song they wrote in 1986, on the fifth episode of “Gossip Girl” this season! Under what circumstances will the band appear? “It’s a big event that involves [engaged adults] Rufus and Lily. Just draw your own conclusions,” says Stephanie Savage, “GG”‘s showrunner. Keep reading »
Were you a Baby-Sitters Club enthusiast? Come on, just admit it. Those books were the highlight of my late-elementary and early-middle school years. Oh, the ladies of Stoneybrook, Connecticut! Remember bossy, take-charge Kristy, creative and fashionable Claudia, shy and reliable Mary Anne, sophisticated and logical Stacey, and Cali girl Dawn? Remember the meetings, the diaries, and best of all … the drama? OMG, these characters were so real to me that I think I was deluded into believing that they were actual friends. I remember the empty feeling when I finished the very last Super Special. It was the end of an era.
Did you ever wonder what would have become of these girls had Ann M. Martin written about them past 8th grade? Keep reading »
Mecca Lecca High, Mecca Hiney Ho! Pee Wee has reappeared from pervert obscurity and is taking his Playhouse to the stage. Pee Wee, Jambi the Genie, Miss Yvonne, Pterri the Pterodactyl, and Clocky (minus Phil Hartman as Captain Carl, RIP) will be bringing the magic to the Music Box Theater in Los Angeles for 19 live performances in November. I know I’ll be there in wing-tip shoes and a red bowtie. I’m pretty sure “nostalgia” is the secret word. [Nerd Squared] Keep reading »
If the New York Times says “it’s hip to be round,” it must be true. According to the paper of record, it is officially cool for dudes to “rock a potbelly.” I’ve always been a secret fan of a well-rounded pot, and I’ve seen several of these burgeoning guts this summer with my own eyes, jiggling in all of their glory around the hip streets of Brooklyn, New York. I mean, who am I to judge? I’m rocking my own little “hot pot.” The day potbellies become trendy for the ladies is the day that pigs fly. But, seriously, why are our dudes getting porky? The hilarious theories after the jump. Keep reading »
Maybe I should start reading the National Enquirer more often. They may have been right about John Edwards being the father of Rielle Hunter’s baby. Last August, Edwards confessed that he’d had an affair with Hunter, his campaign videographer, and went on to divulge way too much information on ABC’s “Nightline” about their trysts. But he’s always held fast that he couldn’t be the father of Hunter’s now 18-month-old baby because they were done before the baby was conceived. North Carolina news station WRAL says inside sources have told them that Edwards is close to stepping up to the plate and admitting he’s the baby’s father. Poor Elizabeth Edwards. I’m not sure which is worse—having a husband who cheated and denies having a love child or having a husband who has a love child. [Gawker] Keep reading »
I hope my parents aren’t reading this — because I have something to confess. I was a childhood shoplifter. It started off innocently enough, when I was 13. A neighborhood friend dared: “Go into the local health food store and steal a stick of incense.” Always game, I replied, “Done!” I came out with three sticks of incense and a burner to prove how tough I was. What a rush!
It progressed when I made a new friend at school, Amber. She was smart, funny, wore awesome vintage clothes, drove a BMW, listened to Jane’s Addiction, was a talented painter, and a professional shoplifter. One weekend, we went to the mall. Keep reading »