Most people would agree that going through airport security is annoying, and thanks to x-ray machines and frequent pat-downs, the process has become more and more invasive. This week, at the Portland airport, 50-year-old John E. Brennan decided he’d had enough, so when it came time to remove his shoes, he removed all of his clothes. Unfortunately no one else joined in the naked protest, and two security screening lanes were closed as TSA agents tried to convince Brennan to cover up. He was eventually arrested and charged with disorderly conduct and indecent exposure. The best part of this whole story might be a quote from Brennan’s father, responding to questions from reporters: “He’s never really under any stress. He works for a computer company in California. He does something with the Internet, which is just kind of mystical to me. This is quite a surprise.” [KATU]
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I moved last month, which means a new apartment, a new neighborhood, and most importantly, a new mailman, whom I already have a huge crush on. He’s, like, a totally Portland-y bearded hipster mailman, and my office window affords me an excellent view of a few blocks of his route, which leads me to text my best friend whenever he walks by (her reply is always the same: “I still can’t tell if this is a joke.”). As strange as it may sound, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a crush on a civil servant in blue polyester. Here are 10 reasons why I can’t resist a mailman … Keep reading »
“Film can be exciting, but more often, it’s tedious. The celebrity aspect is nothing short of ridiculous, and auditioning is brutal and dehumanizing. Every time I see a pretty young girl on the subway reading sides for an audition, my only thought is, ‘Man, am I glad I’m not doing that anymore.’ I never feel nostalgia, just relief.”
–Mara Wilson, star of “Matilda,” “Mrs. Doubtfire,” “Miracle on 34th Street,” and every other ’90s movie that required a cute, precocious little girl, explains in a recent blog post why she stopped acting in movies and doesn’t miss it. The 24-year-old NYU grad is now working as a playwright and loves connecting with the audience and “living a live moment onstage.” You go, girl. [via Huffington Post]
Greasy roots are pretty much the bane of my existence, and the main reason I wash my hair so often. Whether you want to extend time between shampoos, are prone to oily hair, or woke up late and didn’t have time to shower this morning, here are a few cheap and easy solutions for greasy roots …
Eliza Dushku — who earned a permanent spot on my favorite actresses list with her sassy role in “Bring It On” – showed up to the premiere of a new Bob Marley documentary rocking a colorful plaid bustier and dark denim flares. At first I was a little perplexed by this outfit, but after staring at it for awhile I actually think it comes together nicely. I love the long, layered necklace, the vintage vibe of the brown leather belt, and the flash of midriff. It’s definitely a unique look, which is always nice to see. What do you guys think of Eliza’s outfit? Love it or leave it?
The year was 1961. Vincent Price needed a black cat for his new movie, “Tales of Terror.” An open audition was held. The results, captured by Life magazine photographer Ralph Crane, are a little ridiculous, a little spooky, and totally awesome. See more photos from the series over at Bored Panda.
Lickable wallpaper was one of the most deliciously weird fantasy foods dreamed up by Roald Dahl in “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” and I definitely spent many hours of my childhood staring at my bedroom walls, wishing they were covered in magical fruit flavors instead of wood paneling from the 70s. Now it looks like my dream is finally coming true: the world’s first lickable wallpaper has been unveiled in a London elevator, comprised of 1,325 cookies that passengers can enjoy on their way to any of the building’s 16 stories. The bad news? It’s kind of horrifying to see people licking the walls of an elevator. The company claims that a bell boy removes every licked cookie to avoid a whimsical wallpaper-induced outbreak of Rage virus, but even so, I think I’m filing this one under “dead childhood dreams.” [Laughing Squid]
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I was flipping through Lucky magazine this weekend (in the bath, actually! Amelia would be proud) and saw a gorgeous purse that literally made me gasp. The strap on my current purse broke recently, and this was the perfect new bag for me. The only problem? It costs $269, which is about $200 more than I usually spend on a bag. As my thoughts rushed toward justification of such a huge purchase, I realized my birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. Eureka! I thought, This could be a birthday present for myself! I’ve never bought myself more than a cupcake to celebrate my birthday, but in recent years a lot of my friends have started getting gifts for themselves–everything from jewelry to vacations. I think your birthday can be a good excuse to treat yo self, but it’s also an easy way to justify overspending. So, what do you all think of this idea? Have you ever bought a birthday gift for yourself?