I love killing some time at work with (“some”) online shopping as much as the next girl, but I’m getting serious mouse-click cramps after paging through all the goodies on Bluefly. Then my dude, of all people, told me about Shop It To Me, a free email service that sends you a daily notice summarizing all the sales on your favorite clothing brands which are in your size. You choose however many brands you are interested in from a list of both pricey and less-expensive designers, ranging from Urban Outfitters to Gucci. It rocks: All the markdowns on Anna Sui, Shoshanna, Diane von Furstenberg, Ali Ro, and my other faves come right to my inbox and I don’t have to click half a dozen buttons to see if those fabulous shoes I’m looking at come in a size 9 1/2. (Only problem is, it absolutely kills me to see all these super-cute dresses on sale that I still can barely afford.) Shop It To Me may be a fashion timesuck, but at least I’m not getting arm cramps anymore. [Shop It To Me] Keep reading »
” Is Pete in love with Peggy? How in love with her is he? Why is he in love with her? Is it really just his ego? I mean, how many times have you been in love with a woman until she loves you back? And then you realize it had nothing to do with her. Or a woman cheats on you and you hate her for decades and then you realize, it’s just my ego. I just couldn’t handle that she, like, wanted someone else—it had nothing to even do with this woman. And I think that’s the kind of grey area that these characters get to live in and that we get to portray—you say these long moments of silence.”
—Vincent Kartheiser, who plays Pete Campbell on “Mad Men,” talks to Vanity Fair, about why Pete’s got a thing for Peggy. But what we really wanted to know is where he learned to dance the Charleston. Keep reading »
I lived a lot during my college years, which is a tactful way to say I fooled around all over the place. But I don’t regret much. I feel like I “sowed my wild oats” when I had tons of guys around me all the time, so when I focused on my career after college, I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything. I’m so glad it wasn’t like high school, where I mostly felt trapped, like I was missing out on everything.
It was so freaking refreshing to shed the image I had at my high school in Connecticut—bookish, serious, a little strange—and show new people all the other parts of my personality without all that pressure from the kids who’d pegged me a certain way forever. High school was all about the preppy boys who played lacrosse and wore Abercrombie + Fitch, but I knew out there in the rest of the world were boys who’d see me as more than just a nerd!
Whether you’re marooned in Bumblef**k, Iowa, for the next four years, or you’re a suburban girl in the big city like I was, it’s important for you the sample all kinds of guys the same way you would the course menu of your “formal” education. You’ll be paying off college loans to Sallie Mae for the next two decades, so you may as well look back on that time fondly!
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Inevitable, right? Stephenie Meyer, the Twilight scribe, designed three tee shirts and skateboards, based on her first novel, The Host , for Hobo Skate Company. (Who knew she was a sk8er gurl?) Generally, we’re so over celeb/model/everyone-and-their-dog clothing designers doing their own lines, but at least Meyer is using her fame for good, not evil, by teaming up with a company that’ll donate some of the proceeds to charity. Hobo Skate Company will give a portion of their sales of the $25 tees and $50 boards to the Hobo Foundation (Wait, wtf is up with that name!?–Editor] to support homeless families. Honestly, they’re underwhelming—the three designs are “X-Ray,” “The Cave,” and “Body & Soul.” We think she should stick to writing vampire erotica light, but tweeny Twilight obsessives will probably love anything Meyer does. And, hey, at least it’s not a handbag line. [MTV] Keep reading »
The gloves are off! Ashley Dupre, the high-priced escort who brought down former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer, lashed out at other women in a blog post.
The 24-year-old said women—NYC ladies, especially—are hypocrites who judge her for having been a call girl, but they still date rich men and bleed their boyfriends dry! Dupre’s choicest insults, after the jump… Keep reading »
Ew, this is every woman’s worst nightmare happening in real life: a creepy man dubbed “The Georgetown Cuddler” is going around D.C. college campuses, breaking into dorm rooms, and climbing on top of sleeping women. Last week, a female Georgetown student woke up at 4 a.m. to find a stranger in her home touching her inappropriately, just two days after another student woke up with a man believed to be the Cuddler lying next to her on the couch and covering her face. Apparently, this creep also likes to take a blanket from the victim’s bedroom, lay it on top of her, and then he lies on top of the blanket, too. Oh, and occasionally he tries to rape his victims “with varying success.” The Sexist blog, based in D.C., suggested more appropriate names for this creep could be “The Georgetown Entry-Gainer,” “The Georgetown Blanketlayer” or “The Georgetown Rapist.” Gross. Hopefully, some girl bonks this guy on the head with her vibe so police can catch the perv.
Alas, I know exactly how freaky this is, because the weirdo-in-my-bed thing actually happened to me once. Not with the Georgetown Cuddler, though. More, after the jump… Keep reading »
The Vanity Fair “Me and Mrs. Palin” article by Levi Johnston—which he appears to not have “written” so much as dictated to the editors—is the juiciest, gooeyiest, gossipiest smear I’ve ever sunk my teeth into. Did you know Sarah Palin wanted her and the First Dude to secretly adopt Bristol and Levi’s baby, Tripp, so no one would know her teen daughter had been pregnant?!?! Or that Cindy McCain offered to let Bristol and Levi marry at the White House if McCain won?!?! Allegedly.
But beneath all the gossip that supports the theory that, yes, these chuckleheads and their hunting gear are just as ridic as we’ve always thought they were, Levi (and the Vanity Fair editors who approved his piece) tells another story: Sarah Palin is a bad mother and wife. As much as I dislike the Alaskan ex-governor’s character as a politician, that particular story is not one that’s fair to tell. Keep reading »