“My life is full of drama and I won’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like. I don’t like going to the gym. I like eating fine foods and drinking nice wine. Even if I had a really good figure, I don’t think I’d get my tits and ass out for no one. I love seeing Lady Gaga’s boobs and bum. I love seeing Katy Perry’s boobs and bum. Love it. But that’s not what my music is about. I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.”
— Soul powerhouse Adele doesn’t lead with her appearance because she doesn’t have to. Only she conveyed that thought in a much classier way than I just did. [Rolling Stone] Keep reading »
It’s not easy to tell if someone is willing to go home with you on first date. But the online dating site Tastebuds has an offbeat idea for judging this—pay attention to what they list as their favorite music. The site surveyed users about their first date desires and then sorted through the info by the bands/artists they proclaimed to be a fan of. The verdict? That Nirvana, Metallica, Gorillaz, and Linkin Park fanatics are the most likely to put out on a first date. Meanwhile, those who love Lady Gaga, Adele, and Coldplay take longer to warm up. Ahhh, I can already hear the sound of horny online dating dudes everywhere scrolling down to ladies’ music sections to see what their chances are. [EW] Keep reading »
If you are anything like me, you are probably very skeptical when someone utters the words “changed my life.” I mean, this is the phraseology of infomercials—of people trying desperately to convince you that you need a colander that hooks onto your sink or a $14.95 bib to prevent you from spilling coffee on your shirt. Taking yoga classes? Downward dog feels nice, but it certainly didn’t change my life. Getting an iPod? Allowed me to dump an entire bookshelf of CDs, but again my life stayed relatively the same. Buying a Mason Pearson brush? Well, I just felt silly for plunking down more than a hundo to get the tangles out of my hair. And who says that I want my life to change, anyway? Maybe I’m happy with it just the way it is!
Well, the day after Thanksgiving last year, I couldn’t say that was true. I can’t precisely pinpoint what it was, but I had an inescapable feeling that something in my life needed shaking up. Keep reading »
One would think being married to Alfred Hitchcock, the king of the macabre thriller, would be kind of strange. But apparently Hitchcock’s wife, Alma Reville, had a similar dark sense of humor. Here she is with Alfred’s head—a prop, natch—in the fridge. To me this photo is an exercise in how there’s a person out there for everyone. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
It’s totally cool that Lea Michele, Dianna Agron and Amber Riley are all sharing the May 2011 cover of Marie Claire and getting their own separate individual covers — for one because it annoys me when Lea Michele hogs all the buzz from “Glee,” but because mainstream women’s mags are not exactly known for putting African-American women on the cover. So, yay, for that beautiful Amber Riley cover. However! While I was reading the copy on the different covers, I noticed something wack. Lea and Dianna’s cover lines both read “on the rumors! gossip! drama!”, but Amber’s cover lines are entirely different: “I show girls how to be comfortable with their bodies.” Huh? Don’t get me wrong — I think it’s awesome that Amber Riley gets a cover and that she’s a role model for curvaceous women and girls of all backgrounds. I just wonder why Marie Claire felt it necessary to point out her body alone. [Oh No They Didn't!] Keep reading »
I am jealous of everyone who is going on vacation. Why does it seem like I’m the only person in the world who isn’t? For various reasons, which I won’t get into right now, I can’t take any fun vacations this year. All my travel has been and will be obligatory. It’s getting to me. My spirit yearns for some time away. Instead of sitting around daydreaming about riding a bicycle through the streets of Paris, which is just a tease at this point, I have decided to do things to trick myself into thinking I am on vacation. After the jump, some ideas for a fun fakecation. Add your favorite fakecation activities in the comments. Keep reading »
January Jones opened up to W magazine and revealed that when it came to casting the role of secretary Peggy Olsen on “Mad Men,” she was thisclose to getting the part, but also that the role she eventually was cast for — Betty Draper, the icy blonde homemaker wife of anti-hero Don Draper — wasn’t even written into the pilot yet. Instead, series creator Matthew Weiner cast January Jones as Betty Draper and basically wrote the character around her.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. This is huge, people. Keep reading »
Oh man, there are some good albums coming out today. We’re pretty pumped for the new Crystal Stilts, Paul Simon, and Elbow. But the album that’s got its hooks most deeply in us is TV on the Radio’s Nine Types of Light. On their fourth effort, the Brooklyn band channels their usual funk-tinged experimental rock into songs that seem kinda mushy. On “Will Do,” Tunde Adebimpe croons, “Any time will do, my love/ any time will do, no choice of words will break me from this groove.” Making this the perfect album to play during a sweet makeout session. Only not too loud because we’re not in high school anymore.
Last week, Kirstie Alley
and her partner Maksim took a spill
during their routine on “Dancing With The Stars
“—and got better comments from the judges than ever for standing back up and continuing. Then last night, while doing their waltz, Kirstie lost a shoe and had to take a moment on the floor to fix it. “I’m not doing a sitcom. I’m actually doing a dancing show! I’m tired of having to recover,” Kirstie said. “I would just like to do something right. I don’t feel like I’m jinxed, but I feel like I need to get my s**t together… First week, we were the people who danced really well. And somehow along we’ve become the freak show.” Well, this could be an interesting new strategy. [EW
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