Dating is hard as it as, so just imagine what it would be like your if parents were Bruce Willis or Arnold Schwarzenegger. You’d have to worry about whether someone was dating you because you’re you, or because your dad either (a) starred in “Die Hard” or (b) was the Terminator. That must be pretty awkward when you are trying to play the field. But if you are the child of a celeb, who better to shack up with then someone who also has famous parents? I guess that’s what Patrick Schwarzenegger (son of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver) and Tallulah Willis (daughter of Bruce Willis and Demi Moore) were thinking. The rumor (not Rumer Willis—that’s a different Willis girl) is that these two are the newest Tinsel Town item. I really hope they don’t break each other’s hearts. Can’t you just picture the Governator and Bruce duking it out? Now that would be a fight! [New York Post]
After the jump, some more celeb children who we’d like to see date.
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“So what’s the vibe of this place? Fashiony? What are you wearing?” I texted my new friend Sarah on Friday night.
We were about to embark on our third official friend date, which safety moved us from “acquaintances” to “girlfriends.” When I’d admitted earlier that week in an email that I’d hardly left the house due to my self-imposed, post-dump pity party, Sarah had thankfully taken the reins and made plans for us to meet up at the Experimental Cocktail Club. I’d read about this uber hip bar on Paris blogs, but hadn’t been to any comparable venues, so I had no idea what to wear. I was hoping it would be a bit fancy—I was getting sick of settling for skinny jeans and boots for every cheap, boho bar most of my younger friends would ask me to join them in. (Sarah’s in her 30s, so she’s thankfully more inclined to meet up for a nice dinner or “grown-up” drink.) But now that I seemed to have the pick of my wardrobe, I felt even more confused by choice, and it looked as if my closet had vomited all over my studio apartment. Keep reading »
I stood outside a Greenwich Village coffee shop at 6 p.m. on a Tuesday night, staring at the front door. I was meeting a very handsome architect inside, but for some reason, I wanted to bolt. Honestly, I had come close to picking up the phone and canceling our date earlier in the day. Three times to be precise. I just wasn’t excited about this guy. Keep reading »
There are a lot of misconceptions about lesbians. I’m confronted with them daily and, frankly, hearing this stuff is like getting smacked in the face with a wet rag. Usually, when someone fires off a stereotype, I am so shocked that I just stand there, staring, opening and closing my mouth like a big, dumb goldfish. So I’m going to take this opportunity to get up on my soapbox and stamp out all the stupid, ignorant misconceptions I have heard over the years. Hopefully, next time I hear one of these things I can eloquently explain why it’s untrue rather than just stammering, “What!? Jerk!” Keep reading »
Last night, after I had dinner with a girlfriend, we weren’t quite ready to go home yet, so we stopped by a bar a few blocks down the street for a beer. The place was pretty crowded and we grabbed the last two seats at the bar. Just as we were sitting down, some guy in a polo shirt and backwards baseball cap came running over and said, “Hey, ladies, I was saving those seats for a couple of friends of mine.” I shot him a nasty look, turned to my friend and said, “Let’s just get out of here.” I was already turned off by the numerous TV screens sportin’ football, and this d-bag pushed me over the edge. “Hey, hey, I was just kidding!” he said, suddenly aware that his “pick-up line” totally bombed. “But in all seriousness, folks, first beer’s on me.” And then, before we could even respond — or order that first beer — he disappeared into the crowd never to be seen again. That was bad, but I’m sure some of you can top it. So, spill it, readers! What are some of the worst pick-up lines you’ve ever gotten? Keep reading »
Out of all the seven deadly sins, Envy is probably the least attractive (with Gluttony hot on its heels). Lust, Greed, and Pride have practically become virtues in modern times and who’s going to deny a girl a little Wrath when she’s been wronged? Sloth? Well, hey, everybody needs to sleep in once in a while.
To help keep you from falling prey to this most vicious of sins, we’ve assembled some guidelines. Keep reading »
Ah, first dates. So nerve-wracking. If only you knew exactly what was going to happen, then you could plan out everything in advance. But first dates are kind of like playing the lottery. You gotta be in it to win it, but sometimes you end up empty-handed. If you’re a woman, you know these sort of situations don’t always go so smoothly. If you’re a guy, here are 10 tips that can make the first date easier on all of us. Keep reading »
One of the best parts of having a platonic guy friend is having a go-to for the male perspective. And now I’m going to share my guy friend, Peter, with the world — by answering your questions and then getting his take.
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This has been a real week de merde and I’m currently bumming out big time. It was great having my sister here for Thanksgiving (or le Sanks-geev-ing-uh as the French like to say). We spent the past few days on a veritable Parisian binge—drinking bordeaux, shelling out at fancy restaurants, and buying typically Parisian clothing. (I must literally be a walking cliché thanks to my growing wardrobe of striped shirts, blouses with bows, and pleated skirts). Keep reading »