When it comes to dating, I used to be the type of “try everything once” kind of girl. And more often that that, the “try everything twice” kind of girl. Meaning that even when I knew something probably wasn’t a fit, I’d always give it a second, third, or fifth shot in some attempt to “really make sure” that I’d assessed the situation. Of course, in the end, this usually ended up being a lot of B.S. in an attempt to convince myself that one of these people might be the one.
For a long time, I really, really wanted a boyfriend. I was one of those girls, yeah. I loved the idea of relationships. And when in one, I would fully commit myself. When not in one, I’d experience a brief pause before falling into something again relatively quickly, even when not looking. In talking to my therapist about this once, she said, “You seem bothered by this—the fact that you like relationships.” Keep reading »
This is Helen Flanagan. She’s a star in the U.K., famous for being on a show called “Coronation Street,” and, it appears, her penchant for revealing outfits. If this particular outfit is any indication, I don’t think Helen’s clothes would be quite so revealing if she just bought them in her size. Her breasts seem understandably angry about being expected to stay under wraps. They’re rebelling! Anyway, here are 11 other pairs of celeb boobs that would like to join the movement. “Titties of the world in too tight clothing, unite!”
I spent my teens and early 20s wishing for a bigger, rounder, fuller body. In fact, I did more than wish. I padded my bra with two rolled-up washcloths, I wore two pairs of long underwear beneath my jeans, and I stuffed myself with a pint of ice cream every night. Every night.
Alas, none of it worked. I remained a small-boobed, flat-assed, tiny-limbed, size zero waif. Keep reading »
When the internet started to buzz with the rumor that Rihanna had invited Chris Brown to guest on the remix of her song “Birthday Cake,” my instant reaction was disbelief. She wouldn’t… I thought. Sure, there had been signs that Rihanna had rekindled a bit of a friendship with her ex, who famously beat her to the point of being hospitalized in 2009, but to collaborate with him? A recent video for the song “We Found Love” seemed to reference the unhealthy and abusive nature of that relationship — surely the next step wouldn’t be to make music with the guy?
Alas, it appears the rumors are true. The song is set to be released this week [UPDATE: Two songs have been released, which you can listen to here.] and it’s all but confirmed that Brown appears on the track, allegedly recorded without her label knowing about it. (Brown has also hinted that Rihanna appears on the upcoming remix of “Turn Up The Music.”) Rihanna has tweeted a number of messages that suggest she’s aware of the negative response the collaboration is garnering; “Go head talk shit…its all in da paper!!! Lemme grab my dick while ya sit on top!!!” she wrote late last week. Sigh. She can be dismissive of the criticism, but I am going to do my best not to be dismissive of her in mine. Keep reading »
Yesterday, Julie and I wore the same dress to work. We both own Madewell’s Stucco Stripe Dress — mine is the “tobacco” color, while she has it in blue and white — but, as you can see, we style it in completely different ways. How to get both looks, after the jump! Keep reading »
“Grooms get in free!”
That’s the generous offer from Austin Monthly, my local glossy society rag, for its “Couture, Cakes and Cufflinks,” uh, “Bridal Bash.” There’s nothing particularly unusual about this kind of shill party, and that’s what makes it particularly offensive. It’s every disgusting wedding narrative rolled into one day-long event that women are actually expected to pay to attend.
There’s so much to hate about mainstream wedding culture — the consumerism, the gender policing, the fucking consumerism, the body-shaming, did I mention the consumerism? — but perhaps the wedding-related narrative that pisses me off more than any other is the idea that men are incapable of being interested in weddings and must be coddled and babied so that their delicate wedding-hating sensibilities are not offended. Keep reading »