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Who the hell weds in suspenders? Marc Jacobs‘ new husband does! After a year-long engagement, Jacobs and his longtime boyfriend, Lorenzo Martone, tied the knot last week in a private ceremony in St. Barts. (Aha, this must be why they were snapping saucy photos there!) Besides a groom in suspenders, the schmancy fete included a flower-strewn pool, guests like Russell Simmons, and the cutest mini-me cake toppers we’ve ever seen. The “Marc” cake topper is even wearing the designer’s signature kilt! Congratulations to the happy couple—and stay tuned for copycat-suspender grooms to come. [Guest Of A Guest] Keep reading »
On Christmas night, I sauntered into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of milk when my dad turned away from the TV to tell me that Charlie Sheen had been arrested for domestic violence. A major TV star? Domestic violence on Christmas? Zut alors! Blogger Jessica sprang to action: I hit up TMZ and typed out a post as quickly as I could. This will be huge, I thought.
It was all for naught, though. The Charlie Sheen story never became a Really Big Deal like the Tiger Woods scandal did. Maybe Woods’ established good-guy reputation is more fun to rip apart and all the mistresses are dishier. Or maybe Sheen’s lawyers really were successful in their effort to keep Brooke Mueller quiet and the controversy has been muffled into submission. (Last we heard, Mueller’s lawyers said the two just had a “bad night”—um, my bad nights don’t involve death threats!) Or maybe the nation just has Charlie Sheen Is A Douche fatigue.
But I don’t: Sheen allegedly held a knife to his wife’s throat and threatened to kill her—and he’s been convicted of physically abusing a girlfriend in the past. And yet the public reaction isn’t even one-tenth as much as the Tiger Woods scandal reaction. Since when is cheating worse than beating? Keep reading »
- Controversial women’s issues writer Katie Roiphe penned an essay for Sunday’s New York Times Book Review lamenting what’s happened to male novelists writing about sex. In the ’60s and ’70s, many balked at the ravenous, at times violent, depictions of sexuality in books by writers like Philip Roth, John Updike and Norman Mailer. But the “Great Male Novelists” of today that Roiphe cites—men like Dave Eggers and Jonathan Franzen—write more passively and apologetically about sex. It’s another “let’s blame feminists for everything” type of piece, but it also led me to believe this woman has never heard of Tucker Max. [New York Times Book Review]
- Legislators in Kansas hope to block $250,000 in federal funds for preventing unwanted pregnancies from going to two Planned Parenthood clinics. Ugh. Please stop being foolish, people! [Kansas.com]
- Grr. Why is it that women who start their own businesses are called “lipstick entrepreneurs”? Can’t we just be regular entrepreneurs like men? [Times of London]
“It’s funny. When [my husband] Laurence and I go out into the countryside, I think a few of the older locals actually believe I’m a whore … They follow him around, they want to mother him …Then they look at me and are like, ‘That slag! How could you dirty yourself with her? She’s corrupted you.’”
I used to hate women on diets. They look at your frosted brownie, then at your waist, then at your cookie again. Women on diets whine, “I can’t eat that…” They poke and prod their bellies and upper arms like displeased factory inspectors. They complain about how “fat” they look seemingly because they want someone to compliment them. Let’s face it: women on “diets” are annoying.
Me? I thought I’d just count calories because I’m trying to lose weight. Keep reading »
If you were anywhere near as dorky in middle school as the Frisky staff, you passed many an hour not on the phone with boys and instead reading The Baby-Sitters Club. Each one was only about 200 pages but the series seemed endless. The Baby-Sitters Club was published from 1986 to 2000, when all the books went out of print … until now. Keep reading »