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It’s Almost “Gossip Girl” Time


In mid-August, I always start to get a little wistful about how summer is evaporating before my eyes. But then something happens to remind me of all that there is to look forward to in fall. Over the weekend, it was the September issue of Lucky arriving in my mailbox, full of glorious fall clothes. And then today, the CW released a preview of season three of “Gossip Girl.” Enjoy. Now we have to wait until September 14 to see the whole episode. Keep reading »

Remote Control: What You’ll Want to Watch The Week Of August 10th 2009

I live in a 400-square-foot apartment, yet my television is four feet wide. Hey, don’t judge me—you know you have a TV problem, too. Even though it’s gorgeous out, and you should probably be outside soaking up the vitamin D, here are the shows you’ll definitely want to catch this week. Things start off slow, but pick up thanks to Bravo and amazing new episodes of “NYC Prep” and “The Real Housewives of Atlanta.” By Friday, it’ll be a full-out boob-tube orgy with the premiere of “Degrassi Goes to Hollywood,” (FINALLY!) “Mad Men,” and “My Antonio.” Keep reading »

Rod Blagojevich Does A Mean Elvis


In a few days, disgraced Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich will head to court to work out his plea deal. But first, he has important things to take care of. Over the weekend, he made an appearance at a Chicago block party to sing a little Elvis ditty called “Treat Me Nice” along with his “fellow unemployed friend,” Fabio of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter fame. Rod, love the popped collar, but your hip swivel needs some work. Keep reading »

Connecticut’s “Nurse Of The Year” Not Really A Nurse. And Other Female Impostors.

Betty Lichtenstein, a 56-year-old in Connecticut, is a really great nurse. So great, in fact, that she was dubbed “Nurse of the Year” by the Connecticut Nursing Association last year. The association spent lots o’ cash setting up a celebratory dinner to bestow Lichtenstein with their top nursing honor. Only, it turns out…she wasn’t actually a nurse. Betty Trudel (her real last name) never went to nursing school and had been posing as a registered nurse for years. [Yahoo News]

I won’t lie—any time “Catch Me If You Can” is on television, you can be pretty sure I’ll be watching it. I’m fascinated by people who assume fake lives and do it so freaking convincingly that no one notices for years. So this got me thinking … are there any other women out there like Betty? Keep reading »

No Critic Screenings For “G.I. Joe.” Does That Mean It Sucks?

The other weekend, I was at the New Jersey Shore, soaking up some sun on the beach, when a helicopter flew out over the water. All of a sudden, a rope ladder dropped from it, and a military dude climbed down. Everyone on the beach watched in awe—we all thought we were about to witness some kind of dramatic rescue. Until the guy unfurled a “G.I. Joe: The Rise of the Cobra” banner. There weren’t that many people on this specific beach, so I imagined that this helicopter, and probably many like it, had been going from beach to beach along the Eastern and Western seaboards to spread the word about the flick, which stars hottie Channing Tatum, sharp-dresser Sienna Miller, and Amelia’s new boyfriend Joseph Gordon-Levitt. [See you opening night, JGL! -- Editor] “Sheesh, they’re pumping a lot of resources into this movie,” I thought.

So I was kind of shocked when Paramount studios announced that they wouldn’t be holding screenings of “G.I. Joe” so that critics could check it out and review it. [AP via Google News] Keep reading »

Roadtest: Can Pheromone-Laced Beauty Products Get You Laid?

Have you ever dated someone who smelled really hot? Not good, mind you—but hot, like sex in a sniffable form. There’s a scientific explanation for this phenomenon—it’s caused by pheromones, hormones we all secrete that shout to the opposite sex, “Hey you! I want to get naked now!”

Last week, the New York Times ran a story about how synthetic pheromones are making their way into beauty products. Evidently, products with pheromones have been on shelves for forevs (you’re late to the party once again, Times), but the article claims that more are coming down the pipeline containing the stuff. Paris Hilton’s perfume has ‘em, as does Urban Decay’s Pocket Rocket lip glosses. Dial is even coming out with Men Magnetic Attraction Enhancing Body Wash for dudes, though please lord, don’t let their commercials veer the way of Axe. [New York Times]

Companies want people to believe these products are akin to love potions. (“We don’t claim using our product you’re going to hit a home run,” said Ryan Gaspar, Men Magnetic Attraction’s brand manager. “We say, ‘We’ll get you to first base.’”) Meanwhile, scientists are hugely skeptical because no one’s sure how, exactly, pheromones play into this whole attraction game.

So there was only one thing left to do: try them for myself. Keep reading »

Wuh-Woh. Cue The Sarah And Todd Palin Divorce Rumors!

We’ve never heard of this website AlaskaReport.com, so when they posted on Saturday that Sarah and Todd Palin were on the train bound for Divorceville, we didn’t know what to think. The site claimed that marriage issues were what led Sarah to make her abrupt exit as governor, and that Alaska’s first couple barely spoke before or after Sarah’s resignation speech last weekend. They also claimed that a Palin staffer confirmed the couple was dunzo, and that Sarah had stopped wearing her wedding ring. Oh, and that Sarah had bought some land in Montana, where she’s considering moving with the kids. [Alaska Report]

It took less than a few hours for the Palin camp to chime in. A spokesman posted a message on Sarah’s Facebook account saying, “Yet again, some so-called journalists have decided to make up a story. There is no truth to the recent ‘story’ (and story is the correct term for this type of fiction) that the Palins are divorcing,” read the post. “The Palins remain married [and] committed to each other and their family.” [New York Daily News] Keep reading »

Eminem’s New Song Disses Mariah. AGAIN.

Geez, is Eminem still thinking about that time back in freaking 2001 when he “dated” Mariah Carey? Here’s the short version of the story: After this hookup heard round the world, Eminem dedicated his song “Puke” to Mariah in 2005. Nick Cannon, Mariah’s husband, wrote on his website, “I’m going to make you wish you never spoke my name and regret the ungodly things you said about my wife.” Then Mariah shot back in her video for “Obsession” in May, where a faux Eminem in a hoodie stalks her. Now Eminem has taken this feud to a whole new level with “The Warning.” Take a listen above. (Headphones on, as it’s likely NSFW.) Here’s a sampling of the ultra-classy lyrics:

“Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do and goes for you too, Nick, f*ggot/ You think I’m scared of you? You gonna ruin my career you better get one/ Like I’ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch c**t who made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only spread her legs to let me hit once.”

Gross, Eminem. Gross. How is this beef still going on? All this happened over eight years ago. Is this really the only way these two can generate press? Keep reading »

Foolproof Way To Win Reality TV Love Shows: Leave!

Hey there, ladies. You want to be the last contestant standing on a reality TV looking-for-love show, right? Sure, we all do! If you want to walk away with Jason Mesnick or Brad Womack, or even Bret Michaels or Ray J, I have a new strategy for you — leave in a dramatic huff. But here’s the clincher: come back a week or two later claiming that you made a terrible mistake. No, seriously, this just worked for both Ed on “The Bachelorette,” who left because he was worried he was going to get fired from his job, and London on “Daisy Of Love,” who skipped out on the show just because he couldn’t take the heat. Here’s why this plan is so diabolical. Keep reading »

Daisy Picks Her Dude. And, Of Course, It’s London.

While most of you were drooling over “True Blood” last night, I had much more important things to attend to. Namely, the season finale of “Daisy Of Love.” What went down wasn’t a shocker to anyone who’d been watching the season, which took trashy reality dating shows to a whole new glorious low. In the end, even when given the choice of the mega-hot, super-sweet, and totally amusing Flex, Daisy chose London, the homeless 30-year-old rocker from Brooklyn with perma-eyeliner and maybe a girlfriend. Yep, she chose the guy who passed out drunk in a hallway the first night of the series and left midway through because he couldn’t take it, only to eventually come back, with his mohawk between his legs. These two had a gravitational pull towards each other, even though they’re obviously a trainwreck-about-to-happen. The show’s host Ricky Rachtman seemed totally surprised by Daisy’s choice. But I, on the other hand, was not. Keep reading »

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