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Boys, if you’re going to propose “in public,” there’s a couple things you want to stay away from. Jumbotrons. Clowns. Twitter. Oh, for the love of all things holy, don’t propose over Twitter. Just take your romance 2.0 cues from this guy, Justin, who proposed to his longtime girlfriend, Marissa, over Tumblr and made strangers like me uncontrollably bawl. It’s a three-hanky performance. [justin.tumblr.com] Keep reading »
- Jaycee Dugard’s family has spoken out against adult filmmaker Shane Ryan, who is at work on a pornographic film called “Abducted Girl: An American Sex Slave,” based on Dugard’s ordeal. In a statement, the Dugards’ spokeswoman called the film “exploitive, hurtful and breathtakingly unkind.” [New York Daily News]
- Poor women in developing countries will be most negatively affected by global warming, according to a new report by the United Nations Population Fund. Weather-related natural disasters are likely to affect how they get their food, water and energy. [BBC]
Oh, for crying out loud. Hillary Clinton is the Secretary of State, a big and important job in which the president actually listens to what she has to say. So why, then, is the entire first paragraph of a recent Vogue article about Clinton dedicated to the color of her pantsuit at the U.N. General Assembly meeting recently (red, in case you were wondering)?
In the next paragraph, we learn that one day at the State Department Clinton was “wearing no makeup” and looked “tired and cranky.” Fret not, though, because her deputy chief of staff handed her a cosmetics bag and Clinton applied her own mascara, lipstick, blush and powder.
Really, Vogue? I don’t care that Clinton does her own makeup and (still) wears brightly colored pantsuits. Keep reading »
“I just said, “Look, Mommy and Daddy were massively in love, we videotaped everything—everything was videotaped—and you’re probably going hear about something at school.”’
—Pamela Anderson on how, when she found out there’d be a reference to it in Borat, told her 11- and 12-year-old boys about that sex tape with Tommy Lee. Sigh. If only Carrie Prejean could be so frank about her sex tapes, too! [Daily Mail]
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Last weekend, the once-anonymous writer behind the Secret Diary Of A Call Girl books revealed her real identity. Now everyone in the world knows 34-year-old neurotoxicologist Dr. Brooke Magnanti penned the insanely popular blog, Diary Of A London Call Girl, under the nom de plume “Belle du Jour.” (Which, of course, turned into a Showtime TV show starring Billie Piper.) As is to be expected, newspapers tracked down Magnanti’s dad, Paul, and he professed shock at the news that his daughter slept with people for cash while earning her Ph.D.
But then Brooke Magnanti’s dad dropped a somewhat awkward bomb in the middle of this call girl tale: He and his daughter have been estranged for years because she was upset that he’d slept with over 150 prostitutes, some of whom were drug addicted. Keep reading »
John Mayer doesn’t just open up to the paparazzi about private stuff with Jennifer Aniston—he composes ditties about her, too. Case in point: it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that “Heartbreak Warefare,” the first song on Mayer’s new album, Battle Studies is about Aniston being hung up over Brad Pitt:
“Drop his name, push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face, as I pretend to feel no pain
Clouds of sulfur in the air, bombs are falling everywhere
It’s heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin, no one ever wins at heartbreak warfare
If you want more love, why don’t you say so?”
Considering Mayer has only banged pop/movie stars for the past several years, a little deductive reasoning tells us at least a couple more songs on the new album are about past relationships with Aniston and Jessica Simpson. So we listened to the whole Battle Studies album and have created, after the jump, a purely speculative compilation of John Mayer’s song lyrics about which starlets he’s ben boning: Keep reading »
Dashing out the door this morning, I called out in the general direction of my boyfriend, “Bye! I love you!” and he responded, “I love you, lollipop!” Lollipop? That’s a new one. (I won’t dish what his regular pet name for me is, but to my father, I’m Boop Boop, and to my mom, I’m Monkeyface. Hey, stop laughing!) Schmoopy pet names might be the #1 obnoxious thing couples do, but don’t try to act like you’re not guilty of it, too. Since we’re nosy girls here at The Frisky, we want to know your most embarrassing little terms of endearment. C’mon, don’t be shy! Tell us in the comments below. Keep reading »