Flying used to be considered mega-glamorous and exciting, but these days, most people treat flying like it’s a horrible inconvenience, and dress much the same. To wit: If I see one more girl in a matching Juicy sweatsuit and Uggs in front of me in line during a TSA screening, I’m going to scream. People, you are in public. Dress better — and more practically for flying! To help you do that, I’ve assembled nine airport fashion dos and don’ts. Watch and learn.
If you thought vagina dentata was the biggest fear to worry about in bed, you are sadly wrong, my friend. There is a whole host of sexual phobias that could be lurking in your psyche. The general term is “erotophobia”: fear of all things related to sex. There are specific subdivisions to address various fears of kissing, shrinkage and even ladyparts. And I’m not talking about ladyparts with teeth in them, either! But just like those bedbugs you picked up from that hostel in Budapest, they can’t bother you if you don’t get them in the first place.
Forbes just released a list of “America’s Hippest Hipster Neighborhoods,” which includes all the usual suspects: Silver Lake, Los Angeles comes in at number 1, with enclaves of San Francisco, Brooklyn, and Portland making predictable appearances. Just in case you don’t see your neighborhood on the list, we came up with this handy quiz to test the hipster quotient of wherever you live. So throw on a pair of oversized, lime green, lens-less reading glasses and click through to take the test!
Recently, I have come to terms with the fact that I am probably never going to bang my Fantasy Boyfriend Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I mean, let’s get real: having a crush on a rock star or actor is about as useful as having a crush on a dead guy. Which hello, we have those, too. And despite the fact that most of these dudes are long gone, we still hold a secret candle for them.
I’m not going to try to conceal it: Shia LaBeouf creeps the shit out of me. For starters, his name reminds me of an un-choice cut of beef, hence this picture of him in a cow costume. I couldn’t help myself. I realize this is not a legit reason to dislike a person I’ve never met. So let me dig deeper. I am irked by things he says — the way he overshares about his exes, his mother, his colleagues, his life in general. The man is bizarre. For instance, just this week he was talking about his plans for the future … Keep reading »
I must be ovulating because I cannot stop downloading photos of celebrity babies today! But more importantly, I must take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Egypt, Alicia Keys’ son, for not recognizing his incredible adorableness earlier. But better late than never, right? What a handsome, sweet little gentleman he is. Welcome to the Celeb Babies I Love Club, Egypt — Abel Arnett (pictured below, in photos I also downloaded in my baby-craving frenzy today) will put your membership materials in the mail ASAP.