Yeesh. Usually Russell Brand is a little funny, but these promos for “Saturday Night Live,” which he is hosting this weekend, are just terrible. Maybe Russell was just nervous because the musical guest is Chris Brown (boooooo) who beat the crap out of his wife Katy Perry‘s best friend Rihanna? That’s the only explanation I can surmise. [NYmag.com] Keep reading »
“To give [anti-abortion] campaigners more time to enjoy life instead of making stunt videos that have no point, here is a cut-out-and-keep list on how to stop women having sex, guaranteed:
- Chop off genitals at birth. They can have them reattached at their heterosexual
wedding, in between the cake and the throwing of the bouquet.
- Force all teenagers to watch their parents having sex. Effective, although there is a risk they will never have sex again and the human race will die out.
- Rearrange human biology so that it’s men who get pregnant. It might not end verboten sexual relations, but it will probably put an end to old white guys trying to ban abortion and targeting the most vulnerable women, from rape victims to the needy poor, in the worst circumstances.
— British journalist Hadley Freeman‘s tounge-in-cheek suggestions for better ways that anti-abortion extremist groups like Live Action can use their time rather than playing “gotcha!” with Planned Parenthood by secretly videotaping them in stunt videos with fake pimps and prostitutes. Hadley suggests, quite rightly, that as much as some anti-abortion extremists are against abortion, they seem to just be plain against women having non-procreative sex, period. I recommend her whole article; it’s a good read! [Guardian UK] Keep reading »
I get called a “slut” all the time. My friend Ashley calls me a slut like it’s my name: “Slut!” The Frisky staff calls each other sluts when we divulge our sexual escapades. Internet commenting trolls call me a slut fairly regularly (and a “bitch”, and a c-word, and plenty of other foul things). I call myself a slut, like, say, last week when I hooked up with a dude on the first date. A lot of 20-something women are used to being called a slut in some area of their lives, in every situation from “haha, just kidding” with our friends or (cool) co-workers to more serious areas, like when it’s hurled at us by a catcaller. “Slut” is one of those female-centric words — like “bitch,” like “feminist” — that can mean so many things that it almost means nothing anymore. Except, it turns out, in bed. Keep reading »
Remember that episode of “Sex and the City” where Samantha uses Lucy Liu’s name to get to the top of the list for a crazy-hard-to-get Hermes handbag? Yeah, that was a Birkin. Named for the iconic singer/actress Jane Birkin, the “it” bag will set you back the price of a college education. I’d rather spend that kind of money on, um, college, so the only Birkin I’ll be carrying is this cute Birkin shopping tote from Thursday Friday. And it will only set you back $35! Remember when some dude offers to help as you heave your groceries up the stairs to say, “Be careful! It’s a Birkin!” [Thursday Friday via RockerRepro.Blogspot.com] Keep reading »
Some people come to New York City for work. Some people come to New York City for school. Some people are born in New York City and never end up leaving. But whatever your reason for being here, you probably ended up staying, in part, for one reason: options. On any given night there are thousands of different activities you could be doing and hundreds of them are free. If you don’t like your apartment, you can find a dozen illegal sublets on Craigslist in two hours. Want to gawk at a celebrity drinking her morning latte? Craving pizza handmade by an Italian grandpa who speaks no English? Need pot delivered to your apartment ASAP? Check, check and check. Hell, you’ll even find
two three four different Starbucks in a three-block radius.
But maybe the BIg Apple has too many options. NYC single woman Jennifer Doll argues in The Village Voice — the city’s indie newspaper — this week that when it comes to settling down and getting married, no one in the dating game will make a decision because there are too many other options to choose from. Keep reading »
I love eating chocolate. I love smelling chocolate. And now, after using The Body Deli’s dark chocolate truffle body scrub, I love bathing in it, too. The dark chocolate truffle body scrub (exclusively available in Feb.), sloughs off skin just as vigorously as their pumpkin body scrub. The African shea, organic cocoa and organic virgin coconut butter leaves softer parts of my body, like my belly and my butt, feeling touchable and smooth. But I really love how my dry and scaly feet feel almost instantly prettier! My mother thought the dark chocolate smell was too pungently like “food,” but that wasn’t a problem for me. Keep reading »
Back when I was in a relationship, there were a few things I missed about being a single girl. I had been in a great relationship with myself for two years and for all the pleasures of having a boyfriend, I also missed some parts of my former life. Now that I’m Jessica, Party of One, again, I think it’s time to revisit some of the single girl stuff I have to celebrate… Keep reading »