Before the sexual revolution happened in the ’60s and ’70s, life got bleak for pregnant teen girls really fast. You could be cast from your home and sent away to give birth in seclusion, or risk an illegal and dangerous back-alley abortion. In 2010, the pendulum has swung entirely in the opposite direction — but not necessarily in a good way. MTV allegedly pitched “Teen Mom” as a program after Jamie-Lynn Spears (Brit-Brit’s little sis) became pregnant at 16; last year, Bristol Palin made the cover of People magazine and soon she’ll be dancing with the stars, while Maci Bookout and Farah Abraham from “16 & Pregnant” grace the covers of OK! and Us Weekly with their babies as props. So it’s fair to ask if our social attitudes have swung entirely in the opposite direction, too: Does putting girls whose only claim to fame is getting knocked up while they still had a learner’s permit “glamorize” teen pregnancy? Keep reading »
Earlier this summer, the world met Sheyla Hershey of Houston, Texas, who possesses the world’s biggest breasts. Sheyla’s knockers measure in at 38KKK, courtesy of some sketchy-sounding surgery that took place in Brazil because plastic surgery laws there are looser. Alas, Sheyla learned the hard way that carrying around a gallon of silicone in your ta- tas is dangerous when they developed a staph infection. Keep reading »
What to think about “Nikita,” a new show debuting on The CW tonight at 9 p.m. (EST)? Based on the 1990s TV series, which was based on the French Luc Besson flick “La Femme Nikita,” in this incarnation of the story, martial arts star Maggie Q plays a woman rescued from prison by the CIA to become an assassin in a secret division. She has escaped their clutches and after years in hiding, she wants to rescue others from the division’s control.
A smart woman? We love it. Principled characters? Great. But why does Nikita have to be yet another ass-kicking female in tight pants, stilettos and a blowout that always looks just-so? Keep reading »
If you were porking someone the weeks leading up until Freshman Orientation and using the L-word, chances are you are “doing the long-distance thing” at college. And chances are a sizable percentage of your brain is elsewhere, when it should be focused on making new friends, pitching a column to the school newspaper, and discovering the least disgusting dining hall. I am here to tell you that it’s Band-aid time: that is to say, rip it off real quick. Do it. Dump your high school boyfriend.
Gather ’round, college freshmen, for a grizzled tale of love and loss from one who has been around the block. Keep reading »
If it’s a day ending in “y,” that means there is more trouble for Brit-Brit. Ex-bodyguard Fernando Flores filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against the pop tart yesterday. Even though we knew some of the accusations previously — she walked around the house naked; she asked for his belt to spank her kids — now he is spilling all the beans. And they’re some dirty, dirty beans. Keep reading »
Fashion’s Night Out is on Friday, which means the fashion industry’s brightest bulbs will clack around New York City trying to get you to buy stuff. But makeup freaks everywhere await Chanel’s debut three new nail polishes: khaki brun, khaki vert, and khaki rose. Or, as I see them, baby poop brown, pea soup green, and bathtub grime red. Keep reading »