Sexy young ladies in bikinis fighting with each other and dancing by a pool—sounds like every reality show, doesn’t it? But for nine women in Turkey, the promise of appearing on a “Big Brother”-style reality show for a Turkish TV station turned out to be a trap. Police said two months ago, nine young women, between the ages of 16 and 24, responded to an ad for reality show contestants by going to a villa in the town of Riva thinking they’d be filmed for the program. But after signing a contract that banned the women from any outside contact, which threatened a $33,000 fine if they left the “filming” sooner than two months, the women realized they’d been duped by predators. Scar-y.
Meanwhile, the women’s family members also thought the no-contact rule was fishy, so they alerted the police. When cops charged into the villa, they learned four people who kept them trapped allegedly have sold naked pics of the women on the internet. So creepy. It’s unbelievable that some sick individuals would prey on women like that. (Not that the fact that some people want to get famous by wearing bathing suits and cat fighting isn’t disconcerting, too.) [BBC] Keep reading »
In “bonnet books,” as Amish romances are called, the author’s idea of a sexual climax is typically a few (sinful!) kisses spread throughout 300 pages. Sounds hawt, huh? But Amish romances, such as ones by Beverly Lewis, Wanda Brunstetter, and Cindy Woodsmall, are selling by the millions. Says Barnes & Nobel book buyer, Jane Love, “It’s almost like you put a person with a bonnet or an Amish field in the background and it automatically starts to sell well!” [WSJ]
Yet “bonnet books” surely have more readers than just God-fearing folks who churn their own butter. (I’ve seen the books on the Borders’ shelves shopped by my fellow Connecticut suburbanites and, trust me, those people are pretty depraved.) I guess temptation, forbidden love and scandal—whether with vampires, NASCAR drivers, or the Amish—appeal to everybody!
After the jump, a few sexy, saucy bits from Amish romance novels that’ll have your bonnet all tied up. Keep reading »
I can think of lots of momentous events I wouldn’t want human pit bull/Baby Phat designer Kimora Lee Simmons
around for — and inserting a tampon
in my coochie for the very first time is one of them. But on “The Tyra Show”‘s first-ever program all about periods, Tyra Banks
shared how, at the ripe-old age of 26, Miss Fabulosity coached (bullied?) her on how to insert a tampon. An applicator-less tampon. There’s some mental imagery for you!
But Tyra’s period show wasn’t all about famous women pushing Tampax up their lady flowers: Tyra invited three doctors on the show to explain why Aunt Flo comes to visit. It’s a ghastly state of affairs for sex ed if grown women are learning why they get their periods on “The Tyra Show.” Still, I learned lotsa stuff about my monthlies thanks to Ty-Ty … like, you can still get laid if you go to bed wearing an adult diaper on your heavy flow nights. Proof of THAT above!
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Naomi Wolf is penning her own vagina monologue: The New York Observer reports that the author of the Women’s Studies 101 staple The Beauty Myth is now writing a book tentatively titled A Cultural History Of The Vagina. But what could Wolf possibly say about our lady parts that wasn’t said before in Eve Ensler‘s play, The Vagina Monologues, Inga Muscio’s book, C**t, or Jessica Valenti’s book The Purity Myth?
Quite a bit, actually! After the jump, great moments in coochie history that Wolf mustn’t forget to include in her vagina book! —[NY Observer] Keep reading »
“The Tyra Show” came back for its fifth season yesterday! Perez Hilton (barf) stopped by as the first guest. But the main event was Tyra Banks, who is usually weaved to within an inch of her life, hosting the whole show with her natural hair.
Unforch, Tyra’s real hair is anticlimactic—i.e. she’s not bald. Underneath those weaves and extensions she sashays down the red carpet in, she has regular, boring, shoulder-length brown hair. On yesterday’s show, though, she may have straightened it or had a relaxer in it or something, because it was not kinky in the slightest—which kind of defeats the purpose of her saying “It’s my real hair!” Doesn’t it?
Anyway, during the show, her hairstylist, Oscar, blow-dried and curled her natural ‘do, while she chatted with three women who have some serious issues about their real hair. One of her guests was a biracial woman whose white mom didn’t want people to know she had a black father. This evil mom shaved her daughter’s hair off as a kid because she didn’t want a “nappy-headed baby.” Keep reading »
Boobs and babies don’t mix … their boobs, that is. I’ve seen enough pasties for kids and stripper poles for toddlers to get stabby about anything that sexualizes an impressionable kiddo. So I’m not too keen on the breast cancer awareness tees for little girls that say “Find A Cure! Before I Grow Boobies.” Clever T-shirt, yes. But as the aunt of three pre-school aged girls, I feel weird about anything that could draw a creepy person’s attention to their non-existent “boobies.” (FWIW, I’d balk if my nephew had a tee shirt that said “Testicular Cancer: Find A Cure Before My Balls Drop!” too.) A pink ribbon or something would be just fine to raise awareness, thanks. What do you think: Are these T-shirts kinda icky or are they cute? [Zazzle.com] Keep reading »
Any lass who’s dipped her toes into the online dating waters knows after two days all the messages (and the dudes who wrote them) blur together. Newsflash: saying “Hey, I love ‘The Office’ too!’ doesn’t woo the ladies, guys.
But do you know what really peaks the interest and prompts a woman to respond? For OKCupid, it’s messages that contain the words “zombie,” “tattoo,” and “piercing.” Keep reading »
Do books with titles like How To Be Like Audrey Hepburn! or Live Like Marilyn Monroe! make you wanna ralph? Yeah, me, too. I’m never going to be like Audrey Hepburn, either. Janet Street-Porter is the advice guru for me and you. She’s a sixty-something, unmarried, world-traveled, and self-made British journalist who has penned an anti-advice advice book full of wisdom like “Life’s too f***ing short to spend $200 on face cream” or “Life’s too f***ing short to try to be a size zero.” Street-Porter says quick fixes like fad diets, wrinkle cream and spa vacations never deliver what they promise. Instead she encourages something akin to radical self-acceptance. Full of cussing and unconventional wisdom, Life’s Too F***ing Short is a less gentle advice book than the norm, to be sure. But I’ll take an older, wiser aunt with a dirty mouth over an unoriginal, Audrey Hepburn wannabe any day. [$10.85, Amazon.com] Keep reading »