I love Rihanna‘s song “Te Amo,” but come on, this video is so chee-to-the-Z. (That’s “cheesy,” duh.) Women writhing porn-ily on couches, a huge fireplace, hazy mists on the grounds of a castle? It’s like a supermarket romance novel starring lesbians being acted out on film. What do you think? (FYI, definitely NSFW, unless your boss is a horndog, which mine is.) Keep reading »
My sophomore year of college I had a boyfriend who cared for me more than I cared for him. Devin* was a nice guy who treated me well, but after maybe five months of dating, I broke up with him in the kindest way I could have. It was a clean break for me, but Devin needed — insisted, in fact — to know the details of why I was breaking up with him. If I remember correctly, he said he needed to know why I didn’t love him so he could get over me. But the honest truth is he hadn’t done or said anything wrong. I wasn’t angry at him. There wasn’t another guy. It was painfully simple: I just didn’t like Devin’s personality anymore. Somehow, at his insistence, I must have explained this to him, because eventually he stopped calling.
A year later, Devin published his first novel and gave an interview with a major media outlet and said he wrote the gang rape scene in his book after I had broken up with him. I remember sending him an email about that at the time, but I don’t remember what I said in it. I just know I was freaked out and disgusted. Keep reading »
In fairness to SJP, though, she wore crap on her head long before we ever heard the words “Lady Gaga.” [5/27/10, London] Keep reading »
Caller: Dr. Williams, how the heck are you? My wife just came in and made me lunch after she was mowing the yard.
Walter E. Williams: “Good, good. You have her under control.”
Caller: “Absolutely, absolutely.”
Williams: “I guess you’ve learned a lot from me.”
Caller: “I’ve been listening to you for a long time. She does a lot more chores than she used to, so I appreciate that.”
Williams: “Okay! And I believe in keeping wives under control.”
Caller: “You’re a good man.”
— Radio host Walter E. Williams, who was filling in on The Rush Limbaugh Show and making us vom. [MediaMatters.org] Keep reading »
Quick, wash your hands! Elisabeth Hasselbeck‘s asshat-ery is contagious: Joanna Molloy, a gossip columnist for The New York Daily News, sounded a lot like Hasselbeck in a column yesterday when she accused Erin Andrews of “want[ing] it both ways” by working as an ESPN reporter and appearing on “Dancing with the Stars” in skimpy dance outfits. Does she want to be “eye candy” on the NFL sidelines or does she want to be a serious journalist like Christiane Amanpour, who Molloy tells us would never be caught dead dancing around a bed in a “lacy black number” like Andrews did on Monday night?
What Molloy is really saying about “want[ing] it both ways” is that Andrews wants to be a virgin/Peeping Tom victim and a body-baring whore who is just asking for attention. Keep reading »
You may have had to wait until tonight to see “Sex and the City 2,” but by now, the media’s unleashed their poison pens to trash the flick we’ve been patiently waiting two years to see. Just how bad is it? Apparently, it’s like being lobotomized with a pink teaspoon. Rrrow!
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