A relationship book called Marry Him: The Case For Settling For Mr. Good Enough by Lori Gottlieb has been the topic of much blog discussion in the last few weeks, thanks to its controversial suggestion that women should throw out their list of dealbreakers, settle and marry the best guy they can find. Also on bookshelves? A far more entertaining and hysterical book about, in part, the very guys Gottlieb might implore you to settle for. Comedian Julie Klausner’s I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I’ve Dated is a hysterical series of essays about the “lessons learned from romantic disappointments.” Klausner began chasing boys early — she describes a certain epiphany she had, mid-blow job, as “I remember thinking the moment I felt Nick’s goth penis in my mouth that I. Was. Home.” — eventually accumulating a treasure trove of tragically hilarious dating tales. After the jump, Klausner answers some of our more pertinent questions… Keep reading »
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The Brat Pack may have hit the big screen before I hit the world, but they had a big effect on my adolescence, nonetheless. I went through a stage in middle school where I wore my “Breakfast Club” shirt on a weekly basis, fantasized about a young John Cusack, and hoped I would meet my Jake Ryan. Brat Pack films captured the undesirable moments of being teen in a magical way. A lot of you probably agree with me. That’s why author Susannah Gora has written a new book, You Couldn’t Ignore Me If You Tried: The Brat Pack, John Hughes and Their Impact on a Generation, which comes out this week. While Gora postulates about the effect the Brat Pack has had on film and our lives, she has also uncovered some interesting tidbits about the films. After the jump, check out the skeletons that have been unearthed from the closets of Ferris Bueller, Lloyd Dobler and more. Keep reading »
Yesterday, I told you about some shows on the horizon that sound like serious stinkers. So it’s only fair that, today, I tell you about one that sounds truly awesome. Adorable Zooey Deschanel has signed on to do a new HBO show based on the book I’m With the Band: Confessions of a Groupie, by Pamela Des Barres, whose conquests included Mick Jagger, Jimmy Page, Don Johnson, and loads of other famous ’60s musicians and actors. Zooey is executive producing the show, along with one of the producers behind “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” And supposedly the show will make use of archival ’60s footage, along with frequent orgy scenes. We’re expecting “Secret Diary of a Call Girl” gone rock ‘n’ roll. [Gawker] Keep reading »
Writer Gretchen Rubin had a life even Blair Waldorf would envy: a great career, an adoring financier husband, two precious daughters running around her Upper East Side home, and not one, but two degrees from Yale. But why wasn’t she enjoying it more? In a quest to get more fun out of everyday life, she embarked on a so-called “Happiness Project,” which has since turned into a best-selling memoir. After combing through six months of research—everything from classical philosophy to contemporary literature—Rubin fine-tuned her findings into a year’s worth of monthly resolutions, which she applied to her own life. February, for instance, was devoted to marriage, and Rubin tasked herself with the following goals: “Quit nagging. Don’t expect praise or appreciation. Fight right. No dumping. Give proofs of love.”
If her approach to boosting happiness seems complicated and clinical—don’t worry, her account of the yearlong endeavor is anything but. The Happiness Project is honest, charming and refreshingly free of preachy self-help speak. Best yet, it’s packed with practical advice on how anyone can find get more joy out of life. Rubin happily took time to chat with The Frisky. See what she had to say after the jump. Keep reading »
There are two kinds of nights out on the town:
- The nights you plan a big night out, when you shower, you shave, you wax, you pluck, you blow out your hair, slip into your sexiest heels, and suck in your stomach so you can squeeze into your cleavage-baring, skin-hugging, make-a-guy-melt top.
- Those lazy nights when you haven’t shaved your legs, you’re still wearing the T-shirt you woke up in paired with jeans you haven’t washed in weeks, and all you have time to do with your hair is pull it into a low ponytail so people can’t tell how greasy it is.
Now here’s the quiz: Which night are you going to end up kissing a hot guy in a dark corner who wants to take you home to rip off your clothes and ravage you? Say it with me everyone—the answer is 2. Like the gravitational pull of the moon that causes the tides to ebb and flow, there is a strong and as-yet-unmeasured power that pulls men toward you when you’re really not ready for it. This, my friends, is the mysterious appeal of the Grubby Glow. Keep reading »
J.D. Salinger, who sadly died yesterday, hasn’t published a word since 1965. But rumor has it that he had several unpublished books hidden in a safe at his New Hampshire home. Salinger’s family and literary reps have kept silent on the possibility of unseen works, but others who knew the author have been talking about it. A former girlfriend of Salinger’s said that he told her about at least two unreleased novels, while his neighbor says that Salinger told him of 15 secret books. Perhaps it’s wrong of us, but we’re hoping it’s true. And if these books do exist—should they be published now that Salinger is dead? [Newser, AP] Keep reading »
There’s only so much stupid that a girl can handle and I shot way over my monthly allotment reading this one news story: The Diary of a Young Girl: The Definitive Edition, by Anne Frank, was pulled off the shelves in Culpepper County Public Schools in Virginia after a parent complained about “the sexual nature of the vagina passage,” according to the Culpepper Star-Exponent. Since 1995, the Anne Frank Foundation has printed an unedited, definitive version of Anne’s diary, in which she apparently wrote some sexually suggestive references, including one about her sinful lady flower.
Sad face. Earlier today, author J.D. Salinger passed away at age 91. Ever since he published A Catcher in the Rye in 1951, Salinger has been every successive generation’s teenage hero for his spot-on description of 16-year-old disaffection. He gained further acclaim for books like Franny and Zooey (1961) and Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters (1963). But in 1965, he stopped publishing altogether. He’d already moved from New York City to rural New Hampshire, and he became a notorious shut-in—refusing nearly every interview ever requested and never making public appearances. “There’s a marvelous peace in not publishing,” he said in one of very few interviews he did do. “Publishing is a terrible invasion of privacy … I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.” [EW]
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Because he wants to give you nightmares for the rest of your life, Dustin “Screech” Diamond has shared all his sordid “Saved by the Bell” stories in his new book, Behind the Bell. And because I’m way too lazy to read the tell-all, thankfully someone else has and pulled out the juiciest bits. Let’s start with the most disturbing information. Dustin claims to have a big penis and says he has put it inside more than 2,000 women. “I’m not Screech. I’m cool,” he says. “I follow no man, and women find me irresistible.” If anyone ever said that to me with a straight face, I would probably barf on him. [11Points]
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And you thought you’d heard all the dirty details after John Edwards finally confessed that he is Rielle Hunter’s baby daddy. Au contraire! The Politician, the book by Andrew Young—who you know as the Edwards’ campaign staffer who initially said he was the one doing the horizontal polka with Hunter, before it came out that Edwards was the culprit—comes out next week. NY Daily News has gotten its hands on a copy, and there are some serious zingers in there. For example …
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