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 »
“I remember meeting this girl in Florida, maybe the year before I started [to model], and she was the daughter of a friend of my dad. She was, like, ‘I wanna be a model.’ I thought it was so vain, really embarrassing.
—Kate Moss on whether she planned her career [Times Of London UK] 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 »
If you came of age in the early 2000s, like I did, pop culture was strange—strangely plastic, that is. Britney Spears had the hottest body on earth, but she married a skeezebag and shaved her head. Paris Hilton had a sex tape, then a TV show and then everyone wanted to be her best friend. Hugh Hefner‘s bunny-girlfriends got their own show and then two of them spun off and started shows of their own.
All the way up to 2007, things were looking weird, when “Gossip Girl” debuted and Blake Lively‘s cleavage co-starred in every scene. Yes, indeed, the 2000s were the decade to be conventionally pretty, blonde, silicone, slick, PR-laden, lawyered up, and above all, fake.
Yes, 2009 sucked and we’re all glad that it’s over. But in 2009, pop culture had mercy on our souls. It couldn’t run on fumes anymore. People, one hopes, got bored. And so, against all odds, 2009 became the Year Of The Real Girl. Keep reading »
If the sex scene in “Avatar” disappointed you, you’re not alone. James Cameron spent a quarter of a billion dollars on special effects, but there wasn’t even a hint of damn Na’vi peen. (Apparently, they screw by sticking their tails together?) Zoe Saldana, the actress who played Neytiri, has a little explanation:
“…Because [Cameron] was shooting for a PG-13 rating, we couldn’t move in certain directions. The motion would look a little too past the PG-13 rating standards. So it was really funny for Sam [Worthington] and me. We had a lot of giggles there.”
Fortunately, Saldana hinted we might get what we’re looking for in an unrated, special-edition DVD.
But let’s not forget there were an awful lot of curse words in “Avatar,” as well as bombings, death and cruelty. This is America today, folks: 13-year-olds can watch a movie with a lot of colonialist carpetbombing and S-bombs, but no Na’vi sex. [New York Magazine] Keep reading »
Oooh, cool: filmmaker Therese Shechter is making a documentary about all things virginal, aptly called “How To Lose Your Virginity.” Shechter posted a trailer online and it looks like “How To Lose Your Virginity” covers virginity pledges, the purity ring iPhone app, those creepy “purity balls,” and even Miley Cyrus’ alleged abstinence pledge. Please tell us Kevin Jonas’ glorious princess wedding / inaugural cherry-popping will be featured prominently, too? Keep reading »