Prodigious pint-sized blogger Tavi has lept on the Seventeen magazine bashing bandwagon. And for good reason: The 13-year-old penned an open letter to Seventeen on her blog, The Style Rookie, over a downright evil cover line on its June/July 2010 issue, “The Party Drug That Can Make You Fat & Ugly.” Fat and ugly? Yeah, Seventeen went there.
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Alleged phone call snippet #5 between Mel Gibson and ex-girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva is out and this time they’re fighting about that thorniest of relationship woes: $$$. Apparently, crazy-rich crazy celebrities blow their top if they have to tighten their belt and sell their Lakers box seats! Poor, poor Mel. Keep reading »
What has your S.O. done for you lately? Martine Rothblatt commissioned a $125,000 interactive robot — actually, just a robot head — of her wife, Bina Rothblatt, so that she may live foreveeeeer. A Vermont-based robotics group created Bina48, a robot with a Jane Lynch ‘do, rubbery skin, and the most vacant eyes since Charles Manson. Keep reading »
We can vote! We can make decisions about our own reproduction (sort of)! But can we get paid an equal wage for equal work? The New York Times Economix blog has a nifty map depicting the wage gap between men and women state by state. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, last year women’s median income was 80.2 percent of men’s, but the differences between states vary wildly. In Connecticut, my home state, women’s median earnings in 2009 were 75 percent that of men’s. In California it was 88.7 percent and in Texas it was 81.4 percent. The most equitable place to live, as far as fair pay is concerned, is Washington, D.C., where women’s median earnings were 95.6 percent that of men’s. The worst? Louisiana, at 65 percent.
Maybe it’s time to summon up some chutzpah and ask your boss for a raise, chickydoodles. [New York Times] Keep reading »
Most of us either know Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson as an NFL star or a toe-tapper on “Dancing With The Stars.” But Ochocinco’s most recent role has been as pasha to his very own harem of women on the VH1 reality dating show “Ochocinco: The Ultimate Catch.” The star has caught some flack recently for only choosing two black women on the show from an array of beauties. So Essence.com sat down with him to discuss how some black women feel snubbed that a black man chose women representing other ethnicities to be his dates; his response was respectful but slightly dismissive. “I’ve never heard other races complaining about their men dating outside of their race besides black people,” Ochocinco said. “I hate that we continue to pull that race card.” Keep reading »
So. Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston are engaged. Well, duh, Bristol ain’t no fool! Girlfriend knows Levi is a hot hunk of man meat and methinks that “abstinence pledge” kick she was on wasn’t a lick of fun. Even though I think it’s highly questionable the pair thinks they can happily reunite after so much public acrimony in the past, at least they’re trying to make it work for baby Tripp, right? … Right?
Ah, well. We suspect we won’t be invited to the impending nuptials — sure to be frosty in more ways than one! — but it would only be polite to send a gift. After the jump, some wedding gift suggestions for Bristol and Levi. Keep reading »
Vaseline has launched a Facebook app in India that allows users to lighten or whiten their skin tone in their profile photos. The app promotes Vaseline’s skin-lightening creams for men and feature Bollywood actor Shahid Kapur, whose face is spliced in two, half dark, half light. When downloading the app, Facebook says “Try the Vaseline Men Be Prepared Application for a fairer and spotless profile picture.”
Oh, if only this were about removing “spots.” Keep reading »
Memo to future girlfriends of Mel Gibson: he wants a blowjob before the Jacuzzi, got it?
Another day, another snippet of an alleged abusive screaming phone call from Mel to his ex/baby mama, Oksana Grigorieva. Having listened to all of Mel’s psychotic screaming and creepy panting, I can say this one is the scariest.
After the jump, Mel’s profanity and blowjob requirements, tallied up. Keep reading »
It had been a bleak year. I started taking anti-depressants and was slowly putting on weight, as the side effects had warned. This alone was not a problem: guys always told me I was a little too skinny and that I had a bony butt, so I actually enjoyed having a juicy badonkadonk for the first time in my life. But as I packed on more pounds on my slender frame, my clothes stopped fitting. J.Crew skinny jeans? Couldn’t wear ‘em anymore. Vintage mini-dress? So tight it ripped. Silk blouse? My upper arms no longer fit without gnarly pit stains. I had to chuck tons of panties that now squeezed uncomfortably around my new butt. Not surprisingly, I started to get a little neurotic (and vain) and seriously considered ditching my happy pills in the hopes that I’d get my zippy ol’ metabolism back.
Then my 26th birthday arrived. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip and left a birthday present waiting for me on our bed. I ripped the paper off and saw a box from one of New York City’s fanciest lingerie stores: inside was an adorable black and pink bra and panties set from Betsey Johnson. He did his sizing-homework in advance: the panties fit my rotund butt, the bra did not pinch my shoulders. And something immediately clicked: I am attractive no matter what size I wear. Sexy lingerie comes in all sizes! I realized I didn’t have to fit into my existing clothes to be sexy; I could still look sexy in sizes that fit me properly.
These days, I’m OK with my weight. But there’s one person who’s not — my mom. Keep reading »