It’s been almost two weeks since Yeardley Love, a 22-year-old UVA student and lacrosse player, was allegedly killed by her ex-boyfriend, George Huguely. (Huguely was charged with first-degree murder in her death.) As the weeks wear on, more details have emerged about Huguely’s alleged violence and partying, including whispers from his lacrosse teammates that Huguely attacked a fellow student last year. Several UVA lacrosse players told The Washington Post, under the condition of anonymity, that in February 2009 Huguely had heard a fellow teammate kissed Love and then, after “a night of partying,” Huguely attacked the teammate while the guy was sleeping. According to the players, UVA’s lacrosse coach Dom Starsia disciplined both Huguely and his teammate. However, both still played in games that week. Keep reading »
“I’m really glad that there will be three, if [Elena Kagan is] confirmed. I like to have women on the Supreme Court. I think it does make a difference. I like women to be represented in all parts of American political and civic life.”
— Former First Lady Laura Bush on “Fox News Sunday” [New York Daily News]
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On Thursday night, I came down with the flu and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt fine at work that afternoon, but by the time I got home, my head throbbed, my throat swelled, my body ached, and every single ounce of energy has been sucked out of me. It literally took enormous willpower just to climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. Ugh.
Unfortunately, it only got worse on Friday morning. On top of the other super-fun symptoms, I had this strange experience of my forehead burning up while the rest of my body had the chills. At one point, I was shivering so strongly my teeth were chattering! When I took my temperature, it was a hundred and freaking five point three. (Brain damage starts happening at 107.6)
Being sick is never a pleasant experience. But I’m really glad that this time, my boyfriend was there to take care of me. Keep reading »
“I don’t think in a male or female way. I don’t differentiate between male and female. I never have. I’m not considered a feminist. … Do we really need to waste time saying, ‘I’m a feminist’? I never thought about glass ceilings. I never thought about glass floors. I was thinking about how many pies can I come up with for my pies-and-tarts book. Those are all original ideas.”
— Domestic goddess extraordinaire Martha Stewart, who I wish would explain what “glass floors” are. [New York Times Magazine] Keep reading »
My first kiss was in 9th grade with a girl I had a crush on named Connie, during a game of spin the bottle. She had a squeezable body and big juicy lips. I was smitten! Alas, I never got the cojones to do anything else with Connie, so I guess my “real” first kiss was with my first-ever boyfriend, Mark, later that year. He kissed my on the balcony outside my best friend’s bedroom and (duh) I wrote all about it in my diary that night. Why am I thinking ’bout kissing? #MyFirstKiss is a trending topic on Twitter.
As usual, it’s hilarious, by which I mean everyone else has been getting it on during nap time in preschool. Keep reading »
Imagine being married to a State Police lieutenant who is killed in the line of duty — and then you learn that even though you are the widower of a fallen state employee, you’re not eligible for federal benefits that would be available to other widows.
Such could be the case for Kathy Bush, one half of a lesbian couple in Massachusetts. Bush and her partner, Mary Ritchie, married in 2004, when same-sex marriage was legalized by the state. At last, the couple didn’t have to worry about hiring lawyers to write contracts stipulating their parental rights and health care plans (something married, straight couples never have to do). But Ritchie and Bush still weren’t in the clear. Keep reading »
Another day, another sports star accused of rape: Lawrence Taylor, a former football player for the New York Giants, was arrested today for allegedly sexually assaulting a 15-year-old girl. The girl, whose identity will likely be kept secret because of her young age, was allegedly prostituted out by a pimp at a Holiday Inn in Suffern, New York. Police say the victim, a teen runaway from Bronx, New York, missing since March, was also allegedly beaten during the liaison, although it’s unclear who the beating came from. The girl reportedly texted her uncle while her pimp was driving back to the Bronx and he called the police, who intercepted the car. The teen was taken to a hospital, where she was treated for a punch to her face and given a rape examination. Taylor, who has had numerous past run-ins with the law involving drugs, will be charged with third-degree rape, which includes charges of sex with a minor. Keep reading »
It was in-crowd matchmaking of the highest order: Maureen Dowd, a Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist for The New York Times, offered to set up Helena Andrews, a reporter for the politics site Politico. “I’ve got a guy for you. He’s so hot, it’s perfect,” Dowd told Andrews during the 2008 election, identifying her plum bachelor as none other than candidate Barack Obama‘s personal assistant, Reggie Love. To some political wonks, Barack Obama’s right-hand man might have been a prize. But the Times‘ wannabe yenta turned out to be wrong: Andrews and Love didn’t hit it off at all. (Especially not after Love arrived to the date one hour late in gym clothes.)
Such a matchmaking foible was “dismayingly consistent,” Helena Andrews writes in the June Marie Claire. “Never mind the complicated algorithms of eHarmony: My matchmakers used simple math. Black professional + black professional = Huxtables.” Except … not. Keep reading »
Confession: I’ve never listened to a Miley Cyrus
song before in my life, save the one time I watched her strut around a stripper pole
while singing “Party In The U.S.A.” at an awards show last year. I always thought she was a cheesy Disney star with crap parents who have bad judgment. But now I am obsessed — no, make that OBSESSED
— with Miley’s new single “Can’t Be Tamed.” (And it’s not just because I want a giant nest and peacock feather wings
like she’s got in the video.)
The reason I love Miley’s new song is because she’s a young, 17-year-old girl singing, “I can’t be tamed, I can’t be saved, I can’t be blamed, I can’t be tamed, I can’t be changed … They try to change me but they realize they can’t.” And that’s a message teenaged girls of America — hell, the women of America — couldn’t hurt to hear. I wish a song like this had been popular when I was a teen. Keep reading »