It looks like Lindsay Lohan is headed back to the clink. She and her attorney met with Judge Stephanie Sautner today regarding Lindsay’s failure to fulfill her probation requirements, which included 360 hours of service at a women’s center. Lindsay violated her probation after she was booted from her assignment and began serving hours with the Red Cross, which was not in the terms of her sentence. This afternoon Lindsay was put in handcuffs and carted back to the slammer. However, she’s entitled to another hearing to take place on November 2 before her jail sentence is determined. Keep reading »
Here at The Frisky, we love sluts. When did being in charge of your sexuality become a bad thing? The word first appeared in the English language in the early 1400s as “slutte,” with the meaning being a dirty or slovenly woman. Today, nothing about being a slut has to be off-putting, given the proper accoutrements (condoms, everybody, please!). In fact, having sex for pleasure can be an exercise in healthy living and sound mental health. Promiscuity, and the ability to separate sex and physicality from emotional dependency and attachment, is not something of which to be ashamed.
Let’s take some time to honor proud sluts throughout history!
Lauren Conrad is nothing if not loyal to her fans and followers. And so when readers of her beauty site, The Beauty Department voted that she dip-dye her hair a light peachy color, Conrad acquiesced. The result? Peachy keen. What do you think? [Love. Might need to do this. -- Editor] [The Beauty Department]
Photoshop is usually used as a weapon of mass destruction on perfectly lovely and natural photographs of female stars — but even men have not escaped the wrath of an overeager art department dork with a mouse! Just look at poor Adam Levine in Vogue Russia! Either he had a few ribs removed or Photoshop is to blame for that waist. Keep clicking to see 12 other truly disastrous Photoshop fails inflicted upon male stars.
You’re a smart lady (or dude). You’re on the market for some self-tanner. Do you buy the typical Neutrogena stuff in the respectable bottle, sans glitter, sparkles or neon warnings? Or do you instead choose to coat your skin in a product endorsed and no doubt packaged with Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi in mind? I’m asking, because I’m trying to figure out what the target demo for Snooki’s new line of self-tanner might be. Precocious, belly-button-ringed 8-year-olds? Middle-aged moms clawing at their spent youth? Circus clowns and Midwestern grifters? Because for sure — give it six months — you’re going to find bottles and bottles of the stuff rotting away at dollar stores and discount centers, crusting over and near exploding from heat exposure. Right next to all the other Snooki-endorsed flip flops, sunglasses, and perfumes out there.