Rachel Maddow apparently tweeted this “Call Me Maybe” cover the other night and I’m loving it: it’s called “Hands Off, Crazy” and it’s all about the politicians trying to take away your reproductive rights. It’s by a bunch of Virginia ladies (and one gent) who’ve got their eye on anti-abortion politician Ken Cucinelli (“Cooch”), but sadly could just as well BE about this idiot or that one or this one right here. The lyrics go something like “I’ve never met you / and this shady / it’s my vagina / so hands off, crazy / you’re on the far right / and women are angry / it’s my vagina / so hands off crazy!” The lyrics are definitely NSFW, so put headphones on! [YouTube]
In the 1970s, China adopted a “one-child policy,” which strongly encouraged (translation: forced) families to limit the number of kids they had in order to help control China’s growing population. Families that failed to abide by the policy faced fines and levees on their incomes. Officially, claim Chinese authorities, the policy resulted in 250 million fewer births, and was touted as a success. But the policy also wreaked havoc on the fabric of Chinese society — families desired boy children over girl children in order to ensure the continuation of family lines. And thousands of girls were given up by their parents and sent to live in orphanages. Keep reading »
Okay, so we’re a little late on recapping the new Bravo show “Gallery Girls.” We’ve Julia Allison-ed our responsibilities. But better later than never, because “Gallery Girls” is sure to be our — and your — new guilty pleasure. In typical Bravo style, the show follows a gaggle of gals, in varying degrees of reprehensibility, as they navigate the social stratosphere of whatever field they’re half-assedly pursuing. In this case, the field is art — making, buying, selling, and displaying — and the stratosphere is New York. Which means that “Gallery Girls” is so much more pretentious than any Bravo show maybe ever. Keep reading »
Guys, not only is reading FUNdemental — it can also be super sexy. Personally, I do almost all of my reading in bed, which is not as titillating as it sounds, because I’m usually wearing ratty pajamas and some kind of disgusting face mask. But you get the idea. Which is why the ladies of The Gloss would like you to send them a picture of yourself — sexily reading a book. Keep reading »
*Spoiler alerts abound! * “Bachelor Pad” producers inadvertently shit on their own show last night by trying to save their villain Chris. Everyone wanted that diabolical douche out of there after last week’s love square fallout, but then the “Pad” gods intervened and ended up sacrificing the only two people who ever say remotely amusing things — Michael Stagliano and Erica Rose. Your stupid plan backfired, producers. Is there even any reason to watch anymore? Not really. Blakelely can be mildly entertaining at times and Ed is fun to laugh at when he’s drunk. But can they carry a show? HELL NO. After the jump, how karma farted on Michael and shined on Chris … and some interesting moments in between. Keep reading »
Every technological and social revolution creates new behaviors and new relationships … and the need for new terminology to describe them. The progress and innovation in our virtual world is moving so fast yet, sadly, our language has not been able to keep up—AT ALL. Slowly, we’ve added words like “unfriend,” “hashtag” and — just this year — “sexting” to our dictionary, but those hardly cover the extent of our kooky cyber behaviors. Click on for a complete lexicon that covers our souped-up, super-techno culture.