What’s the craziest, weirdest text message you’ve ever received? I know I have a bunch of zingers. There’s the buddy who sends me a random text message every six months that just says, “Hippopotamus.” Or there was the time a friend I hadn’t seen in a while replied to my friendly, “How r u?” text with a shocking, “I’m gay, deal wit it!” And of course there are the more fun, unmentionable texts I like to refer to as “sexts.” Use your imagination for those. Well, British graduate student, Caroline Tagg, was so fascinated with texting that she has become the first person to receive a Ph.D. looking at the language of text messaging. OMFG, how dope! Keep reading »
Because I think it’s important to face your fears, I did something today that terrifies me. I signed up for Paul Janka’s website. In case you aren’t familiar with the Jank, he’s a notorious Brooklyn pick-up artist and compulsive dater. Here are a few gruesome facts about him… Keep reading »
I normally find conventions kind of creepy and cult-like, but this one actually sounds amazing: The National Single Cougars Convention for Young Men & Older Women in Silicon Valley. I’m not sure at what age you become a legitimate cougar, but I do know that the second I turned 30, much younger boys were popping out of bars and subway cars, falling over themselves to get a whiff of me. Well…I may be exaggerating, but this is my fantasy, so please don’t interrupt. But seriously, there’s something appealing about a younger guy who is still un-jaded about dating and who is still willing to take risks. That’s why I am seriously considering this convention. In my fantasy, all the gorgeous successful thirty- and forty-somethings will wear ball gowns, while dashing young twenty-something men carry our champagne glasses and feed us grapes. I like it. After the jump, the details. Keep reading »
The one and only time I experienced a condom breaking, I rushed to my doctor to get a prescription for the Plan B emergency contraceptive pill. This was before it was available over the counter. When the doctor explained the complications—the pain, nausea, and bleeding—I was terrified to take the pill and decided to wait it out a day or two. Luckily, I never had to actually use it. I know there has been lots of debate about whether or not it is a good idea to make EC pills easily accessible to young adults. I’ve generally thought it was a good idea because, really, who would want to take a pill with those side effects unless they HAD to, right? That’s why when I read this article in the Times of India about how emergency contraceptives are being used as casual contraception, I was concerned. Keep reading »
Ever feel like it’s just time to change your ‘do? Lately, I’ve been so sick of the mildly-different-variations-on-the-same-haircut that I’ve been rocking for the last five years. I’m not ever going to rock a Holmes-bob and it looks like the Kate Gosselin wig is sold out. Dammit!
As I was cruising for some “out of the box” hair ideas, I came across this amazing site, Don’t Judge My Hair—a blog that pays tribute to epic hair styles, like this woman whose hair must be an homage to jellyfish. I secretly think a guy I dated must have inspired this site. He shaved a strip down the center of his head and dyed the rest pink and, as a result, looked like a friggin circus clown. Anhoo … while I may not find the ideal new ‘do for me, I am certain to get closer to my new look by finding ones that don’t make the cut. After the jump, some REALLY, REALLY inspirational hair. Keep reading »
In our weight-and-beauty-obsessed culture, there’s something almost fetishized and taboo about an image of a skinny girl eating a big, honking burger. That’s why I’m oddly obsessed with a new site aptly titled, Skinny Girls, Big Sandwiches. It’s a blog “dedicated to skinny girls chowing down and stuffing their gullets full of sandwiches … or tacos, wraps, burritos, hoagies, subs, hamburgers, sloppy joes, paninis, tortas … or just about any combination of meat and bread products.” After the jump, some of my favorite featured photographs. Keep reading »
Ever since the first season of “The Real World” (damn that was a long time ago), I’ve watched reality television evolve—or devolve?—from a bunch of earnest 20-somethings struggling to make it in New York City to a bunch of fame-seeking whores pulling hair, getting wasted, and performing soft porn on camera. (Ever seen “Tila Tequila’s Shot at Love?”) I often ask myself what kind of person would want to live their life on camera? What goes on when it isn’t rolling? And how svengali-like are the producers? Luckily, the New York Times ran a story yesterday that answered many of my questions.
While people on these shows sign extensive non-disclosure agreements—they practically have to hand over their first-born should they reveal “reality show secrets”—most contracts expire after a few years. So some reality stars are opening up about their experiences while filming. After the jump, some the revelations from the article that shocked me the most. Keep reading »
“My ex and I have been broken up for nearly a month, but I continue to have reoccurring dreams about him. In all of them he is trying to murder me. I’ve lost track of the number I’ve had, but they all involve him, a knife, and me waking up in complete terror. The first one actually occurred shortly before we broke up after he had informed me that he no longer knew if he was in love in me. In all of them he has made a point of laughing each time he stabs me. It’s reaching the point where I’m trying to avoid sleeping just because I don’t want to wake up screaming. Can you tell me what’s causing these and if I can expect them to stop soon? – Sleep Deprived Keep reading »
It’s stormy weather for porn star Stormy Daniels. Back in February, Stormy announced that she wanted to run for Senate in Louisiana, against Republican David Vitter, who’s one of the dudes linked to the DC Madam. She’d gotten as far as forming an exploratory committee in May. But her plans have been derailed lately. It’s as if the universe is telling Stormy, “It’s better to give a BJ for adult entertainment than for a political favor!” Keep reading »
At Port Chester High School in New York, officials have signed off on a new service that has lots of folks up in arms. They’ll now be offering free STD and pregnancy testing to any student who asks … without parental consent or notification. While many people are squirming in their seats thinking about the moral and religious implications of this decision, I gotta say woo hoo! Here’s why. Keep reading »