Got a case of the homebound-by-the-hurricane Mondays? Not anymore, you don’t! This adorable baby cheetah and his friends are here to cute up the joint as they come face-to-face with their jack-o-lantern nemesis.
This is how it begins. He asks me to stand before him in my lace underwear, high heels, hose and bra. He sits in a chair and watches closely as I disrobe, making approving noises, even winking to put me at ease.
“Turn around please,” he says and then, “Yes, right there. Stop there.”
Even though we’ve been married for over three years, I’ve never done anything like this sober. I don’t know what to do, or where to put my hands. Without the buzz and fog of alcohol, I am clumsy and giggly and awkward. Keep reading »
Last week, burlesque star Dita Von Teese had me scratching my head at something she said in an interview with Into The Gloss. Dita, who is publishing an offbeat beauty guide soon, was giving tips on how to “sexify” getting ready so it turns on your man. She explained:
“In my book, I’ll have all kinds of things in it that you just don’t do around guys — like how I do my hair if a guy’s watching, how to make the process glamorous, so it doesn’t look crazy. I won’t go around with the hot rollers and all the clips in front of a guy that I’m dating, so, I know how to curl my hair with a curling iron, and use duckbill clips so it looks nice when I’m doing it. … But there are certain things to be discreet about during the seduction process. Men like to watch you get ready, but I kind of tailor things a little bit for when they’re watching.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I could take Dita Von Teese’s word for it. I’ve had boyfriends who have not been able to take their hands off me while I’m trying to get dressed in the morning or putting on makeup and I’ve also had boyfriends who could not have cared less. Some guys might be turned on by the voyeuristic element but I imagine most of them are just terrified at how scary eyelash curlers look. Anyway, I’m sure Dita has a full-on boudoir and anything she does is instantly sexed up by mood lighting and the smell of Agent Provocateur Petale Noir. She’s not exactly the status quo of beauty grooming here.
But I love Dita and I thought she might have a point. So I did what Frisky girls do in this scenario and turned to guys on my IM for the scoop: Keep reading »
Well, lookie here. “Mad Men”‘s next season is eons away, but at least a couple of the cast members — Jon Hamm as Don Draper and Jessica Pare as Megan Draper — are filming in Hawaii this week. So what can we infer from Don’s choice in beach reading? Nothing is done without purpose on “Mad Men,” so I’ve got to wonder what Don is thinking reading Dante’s Inferno. Click on to see more photos of the Mr. and Mrs. on the beach…
My mom never read erotica (that I know of) when I was growing up, but on a recent trip home I spotted a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey in the back seat of her car.
“Mom, I can’t believe you’re reading that!” I screamed.
“I just read it for the sex,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Twilight fanfiction/S&M erotic novel Fifty Shades of Grey has struck a nerve not just with my mom but, with millions of woman around the world. The Fifty Shades phenomena has led to endless articles about women’s sex lives and how men should buy things that go thwack in sex shops. Apparently even Oprah likes to read the series in the bathtub? (I don’t need to know.) Keep reading »
“The only exception I have to have an abortion is in the case of the life of the mother. I struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize life is that gift from God. I think that even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen.”
This particularly quotable line of crap comes courtesy of Richard Mourdock, a Tea Party-backed U.S. Senate candidate (and current state treasurer) from the state of Indiana, who was speaking at a debate against his opponent Rep. Joe Donnelly last night. Ohhhhh, the utterly reprehensible gall to tell any woman who was raped or the victim of incest that she should find the silver lining in her “horrible” situation (do you really think it’s horrible, Dick, or do you need to look the word up in a dictionary again?). Alas, we’ve heard this particular line more than a few times this election season, and I have to say, on top of making me insane with anger, it also confuses me. Because it seems that, really, by this logic, you could decide that anything that happens in life was intended by God and choose to see the outcome of that situation as “a blessing.” Including, you know, an abortion. Keep reading »
Did you miss the Halloween Dog Parade at NYC’s Tompkins Square Park this weekend? No worries, we’ve got plenty of pics of the dogs all dressed up in costume — Evita! Mr. T! Mutt Romney! A Thanksgiving turkey! — to bring you up to speed.
As soon as the weather turns even the slightest bit dreary, my fanatical soup obsession kicks in. My boyfriend can barely finish the phrase “What should we have for dinner” before I’m yelling, “Soup! Soup! Soup!” From creamy tomato to coconut red lentil to spicy chicken tortilla, I love simmering a pot of soup on the stove on chilly fall evenings. Looking for a little soup inspiration? Click through to check out 15 mouthwatering soup recipes, and feel free to share other favorites in the comments!
Dear Tami Taylor, I mean Mrs. Coach, I mean Connie Britton,
Well, I guess I should start by apologizing. I’m sorry for always calling you by the name of a character you played on a TV show that has been sadly off the air for over a year. You are Connie Britton, you are not Tami Taylor, wife of Coach Eric Taylor, mother to Julie Taylor and that kind of funny looking baby, and guidance counselor/principal to hundreds of teenagers in Dillon, Texas. (My therapist told me I should repeat this to myself as often as necessary, until it sticks.) It’s hard to separate you from Tami because Tami is the awesomest and you were so awesome at playing her that sometimes I forget the show was fiction, not a documentary about a place where the world revolves around high school football and a tall drink of sensitive man water named Tim Riggins. Is it okay, though, that I still ask myself, when I’m in a pickle, “What would Tami Taylor do?” I hope so. You, I mean she is so helpful!
So with that apology out of the way, I just want to tell you, Connie Britton, on the eve of your new ABC show “Nashville,” that I love you. Like, I wish you were my best friend, older sister, and first lesbian experience wrapped up in one person, which is really confusing and sort of weird, and it’s further complicated by the fact that I want to be you too. Don’t run away. Stay with me here. Keep reading »