- Halloween means spooky, spooky ghosts are lurking, so check out what you see in the above video. [Urlesque] — Scary crying ghosts girl or figment of the collective imagination?
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Remember those “Mr. President” leggings? The ones with the nudge-nudge, know what I mean knee pads? Remember how you thought that was bad? Now, Lindsay’s ruining fashion with her leggings all over again. Sort of a White Snake meets Julia Roberts’s “Pretty Woman” before the big-man rescue, but with the addition of way, way more drugs. Why, Lindsay? Who is telling you this is a good idea? Fire them! Keep reading »
I love Halloween. I want to believe that everyone loves Halloween — like it’s a universal Tim Burton-style Christmas — and that we all come together, unified, for the sake of weirdness and costumes, zombies, vampires, princesses, and gore. I’m torn, though, on whether I love it enough to take Vogue‘s costume suggestions. For the haute couture undead look that’s all the rage, they suggest booking a professional stylist. The people of MAC, Sephora, Nars, or Henri Bendel will make you fabulous for a price. Some of these ghastly makeovers run over $200. I didn’t even spend that much for my wedding up-do! Silly and frivolous or the expensive style solution for the biggest dress-up day of the year? What’s a ghoul to do? Keep reading »
I’ve had unconventional fictional character crushes for about as long as I can remember. I remember being about 9 years old, snuggled into bed, forehead to forehead, with my friend Julie at a sleepover, while we talked about who we liked. She was all about Arnold Schwarzenegger, his “Kindergarten Cop” and “Terminator.” I, however, was in love with a man in tights. Not Cary Elwes of “Robin Hood: Men in Tights” — that would have made sense. Or even Kevin Costner’s weirdly robotic and bare-assed one. I was about 50 years late to the Errol Flynn (of “in like Flynn”) love fest. In the 1938 version of “The Adventures of Robin Hood,” I loved his cocky grin, the glittering tights, the silver-screen accent, and the sword-fighting. I remember trying to explain this all to Julie (who had no idea whom I was talking about) until she rolled over in disgust at my lack of coolness.
Now, I’m in love with another character on the upright side of the law, and I’m not sure if I’m any cooler, but it does feel way more complicated. Keep reading »
The best address in America has always played host to the cutest and brightest puppets, and now like a grand socialite giving her 40th birthday celebration, the show has created a simply amazing guest list for the upcoming season. Set your DVRs, volunteer to babysit, or call out sick and stay home to watch kids’ TV, because the new episodes, beginning Nov. 10, are going to be awesome …. Keep reading »
Last year, when the Phillies won the World Series, I cheered myself hoarse, posed with a police officer for a triumphant picture, and called my mother from the happily delirious mob I joined, beer in hand, to march down Broad Street. It was amazing — I have the Facebook pictures to prove it. And, I easily could have missed it. High school me would have rolled her eyes, channeled “Juno”-level snark, and stayed inside. Here’s how I learned to love the ball game, plus a guide for non-believers. Keep reading »