Ever since I found out that Howie Mandel has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, I’ve semi-obsessively watched “Deal Or No Deal” waiting to see how Howie reacts during those awkward moments when a contestant tries to hug him. Howie’s OCD is no joke—it’s seriously limited his life, and he’s writing a memoir about it called “Here’s the Deal: Don’t Touch Me.” In the book, he’ll reveal much more about his battle with the disease than the nuggets he’s given us so far: that he hasn’t shaken anyone’s hand since 2001, that he walks around his house with a face mask and gloves on, that he is so afraid of public restrooms that he can only use the bathroom at home, and that he shaves his head because it makes him feel cleaner. [Wikipedia]
I am completely and thoroughly fascinated with OCD, so you better believe that I will be picking up Howie’s memoir the day it comes out in November. And I’m also counting the minutes until VH1′s “OCD Project,” which will be like a “Real World” for OCD sufferers undergoing treatment. But since it’ll be a while until either of these comes out, here are some details about other famous OCD suffers to tide you over. Keep reading »
I’m so glad that President Obama decided to comment on this story, because it got me all riled up. Earlier this week, super-professor Henry Louis Gates lost his keys, and had to break into his own house. A neighbor phoned the police, saying that “two black males” were on the mansion’s porch, trying to get in. When the police arrived to check out the report, Gates was already inside. He showed his ID to prove that it was, in fact, his house. Things got heated from there. The officer kept asking questions, to which Gates responded, “Why? Because I’m a black man in America?” He was arrested for disorderly conduct. Luckily, the charges have been dropped. Yesterday, Obama defended his friend, saying that the officers acted “stupidly.” He even cracks a joke, wondering what would happen if he was caught trying to break into the back door of the White House. Keep reading »
I love going to City Council meetings. No, not because I’m so interested in the politics and voting. I go because the open-mic policy means that there’s always some raving lunatic going on and on about something. Like this young woman in Santa Cruz, California, where Amelia went to school. (Coincidence?) What exactly is she trying to say? She wants healthy pesticides? And people can “make things cars?” And, apparently, she thinks we here on the East Coast are still in the Civil War era — because we have slaves? And the West Coast is for the Union? Also, growing food is free? And you can put things in the freezer, and they last forever? Trust me, just watch. It’s that good. Keep reading »
Okay, so this is never the way I feel when I have my period, regardless of what menstrual product I’m using. But I gotta give Tampax credit for this super cute commercial. Keep reading »
Really, people? We’re still talking about Surgeon General Regina Benjamin’s weight? This week, Michael Karolchyk, the owner of a gym, appeared on FOX News to voice his opinion about why Benjamin has no right being considered for Surgeon General. Luckily, Neil Cavuto took him to task, but Karolchyk still got in zingers like, “Just because you eat a lot of dinner rolls doesn’t make you a role model.” Oh, and did I mention that during this whole appearance, he wore a shirt that read, “No Chubbies?” How cute! And when I say “cute,” I mean, “Can I punch this guy in the face?”
This whole Benjamin debate has got me thinking—are we heading towards a size war? Is this the 2009 version of the gender, class, race, or sexual orientation wars? Keep reading »
The new Entertainment Weekly is on newsstands today, and it features the stars of “Iron Man 2.” There’s Robert Downey Jr., of course, along with Scarlett Johansson and Mickey Rourke. But wait a second, isn’t Gwyneth Paltrow in that flick, too? According to this morning’s New York Post, Gwyneth was intentionally snubbed for the cover because “rightly or wrongly, the editors feel any cover with Paltrow is newsstand suicide.” Cold diss! [New York Post] Keep reading »
A few years ago, when my parents moved out of the house I grew up in, they went on a major throwing-old-stuff-out spree. For a solid week, I’d get constant phone calls asking, “Can we bring your old My Little Ponies to Goodwill?” (Yes.) “Can we throw out your old report cards from elementary school?” (Um, definitely—why did you keep them in the first place?) My answer was yes, yes, yes, until I got one call. “Can I donate your Nancy Drew books to the library?” my mom asked.
“NO!” I screamed. Keep reading »
Remember back in 2007, when NASA astronaut Lisa Nowak drove 900 miles overnight while wearing a diaper so she could confront Colleen Shipman, who was messing around with Nowak’s maybe boyfriend, fellow astronaut Bill Oefelein? Well, Nowak has completely lost this war. Not only did she lose her job and have the whole world find about her penchant for soiling herself in the name of love. But now, Oefelein has proposed to Shipman. The two lovebirds are getting hitched next summer. Keep reading »
The editors of Harper’s Bazaar had an interesting idea for their August issue—get Lauren Conrad to sport a brunette wig for 24 hours. Not sure what the point of this was exactly—did they intend it as a prank or some lame-o social experiment? In the end, the California girl totally wasn’t feeling her brown hair, even though I think it looked kind of fantastic. “Day to day, I can only do blonde. Everything else makes me look sort of plain-Jane,” she told People.
Wait, being brunette makes you a plain Jane? God, I am so over this whole blondes-have-more-fun thing. Here are ten reasons why I’m a happy card-carrying member of the brunette club… Keep reading »
Yesterday, President Obama announced his pick for Surgeon General—Regina Benjamin, a primary care physician from Alabama whose resume would dazzle almost anyone in the medical community. Now that it’s been 24 hours, it’s becoming clear how the conversation about Benjamin will be framed. And, very sadly, the discussion seems to be about one thing: her body.
When I saw the headline, “Is Regina Benjamin too fat to be surgeon general?” over at Salon this morning, I choked on my iced coffee. Luckily, writer Frances Kissling says the answer is a big, resounding “no!” But others around the interwebs are coming to a different conclusion. Keep reading »