We’ve been seeing a lot of Diane Kruger – and her ubiquitous arm candy, Joshua Jackson — of late. She was a member of the Jury for the Main Competition at the 2012 Cannes Film Festival, and could be seen flitting about in all manner of ridiculously gorgeous couture gowns. There’s no doubt about it: Kruger’s got style for days, and apparently there’s no shortage of designers salivating to dress her.
After the jump, we take a look at the Teutonic actress’ best outfits.
Our society is full of new fads: new phones, new computers, new styles and, apparently, a new view on what the perfect woman should look like.
Years ago, women aspired to have that curvaceous bod, the body that men loved and clothing flattered, the body that allowed women to look defined yet healthy. But lately, that image has become dangerously morphed. Curves have become a major no-no in the fashion world, in the movie world, in the real world. Girls everywhere are reading magazines with advertisements featuring models who are slim enough to be mannequins and coiffed enough to look like bombshells. See the problem with this is the definition of what a model truly is, something that I think this society seems to have forgotten. A model is supposed to be an example, and an example is something representative and worthy of striving for. Young girls who have not yet even had the opportunity to come into themselves are being taught or told to imitate the scary skinniness some of these “models” represent. Read more …
Over the weekend, a blogger on “Cookies For Breakfast” wrote about a friend’s experience at a Daniel Tosh comedy show — highlighting how the comedian had made several rape jokes — and even encouraged the audience to rape the woman for speaking out against his offensive rape commentary.
According to the blog post, the woman in question was offended by Tosh’s rape jokes, and yelled out, “Actually, rape jokes aren’t funny!” In response, Tosh said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if that girl got raped by, like, five guys right now? Like right now? What if a bunch of guys just raped her?” Keep reading »
What are you doing right now? Is it after noon? Actually, I don’t care if it is or not: go pour yourself a glass of something cold and boozy and join me in a toast to Katie Holmes, free woman.
I don’t much keep up with celebrity goings-on, certainly not beyond the two-month-old Us Weekly rags at the nail salon. I couldn’t pick Selena Gomez out of a line-up of young brunette actresses; I am unsure how many Kardashian family members there are. But Joey? From ”Dawson’s Creek”? We have a connection that cannot be broken; a connection forged when she sang that song from Les Mis on the show and I was all, Tell Dawson you love him, girl! Or was it Pacey? I didn’t watch very closely.
So perhaps my connection to Katie Holmes is tenuous. Fine. Still, I found myself actually excited when I heard she was divorcing Tom Cruise. And then I was even more excited when I read about how she went about it like a classy divorce-bomb-dropping spy bailing off the S.S. Fucking Weirdo — using a burner cellphone, having secret lawyers in three states on call, having her negotiation terms ready to roll. Keep reading »
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d announce on my Facebook wall (as that’s where I express my most passionate opinions): “Katie Holmes, you’re my fucking hero.” As an enthusiastic observer of all things Scientology, I pretty much assumed Katie Holmes was lost to the world, forever in the clutches of husband Tom Cruise, the ghost of L. Ron Hubbard, David Miscavige (the Church’s current leader), and the Church of Scientology itself. Oh sure, Tom and Katie would no doubt call it quits someday (I never for a second believed that union was based on love and sexual desire and real commitment), but Katie struck me as the type to go quietly, like Nicole Kidman before her. Well, Katie, I was wrong about you. You are the biggest suppressive person (SP) the Church of Scientology has ever known. You have attracted more attention to their nefarious practices than anyone before and for that, girlfriend, you are a bad ass. Here are five specific reasons why. Keep reading »