There are book clubs and then there are book clubs. The first is when you and a huge group of women, who may or may not have read the month’s assigned book, gather at someone’s house for margaritas, hummus and, oh, two hours of gossiping. Maybe 20 minutes at the end, those of you who actually read the book have a quick chat, but mostly this is a “big night out” for suburban types.
Then there are the book clubs. My beloved book club is filled with smartypants English majors from Williams. When it’s my month to pick a book, it is difficult to do so because they’ve read every book imaginable. We are ruled with an iron fist by a girl friend of mine who works in publishing and eats, lives, and breathes books. I am sincerely scared to not read the book each month or, worse, not attend the meeting. If we gossip, it’s way towards the end, long after I have gotten my ass handed to me on a platter, intellectually speaking. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’ve been in both types of book clubs and I’d like to think I know a thing or two about ‘em. After the jump, here’s rules for a book club — I mean, a book club — that actually reads. Keep reading »
As a lady, I find that I often unconsciously gravitate to books with female narrators or protagonists. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t necessarily prefer them to male-driven books, but I generally feel far more of an intrinsic emotional connection to female voices than I do to those of men (with the obvious exception of my homicidal spirit animal, Patrick Bateman). I’ve observed that, as with all things, there are certain “types” of female characters (in fiction and in memoirs and biographies) — not necessarily stereotypes, but overriding themes of personality that are in many ways the driving force behind the story being told. After the jump, a short list of some of the most prevalent personalities in literature, and the best and most prolific of each.
It’s come to our attention that methed up “Breaking Bad” hottie Jesse Pinkman has a scandalous back story. Jessie — real name Aaron Paul — admitted to Jay Leno that he once appeared on “The Price Is Right.” He made it all the way to the Showcase Showdown, too, but overbid and lost. Paul and his friends were regulars on the show, and had tons of tips and tricks for how to actually get called up as a contestant. Situate yourself in the middle of the audience, for instance, because people are hardly ever picked from the front rows. While Paul didn’t win big, his friend was called for the following show and won his Showcase. He treated Paul to a trip to New Orleans. [via HyperVocal]
Surreal didn’t begin to explain my feelings when I saw my cleavage on the side of a New York City bus for the first time. I was in shock when I discovered more advertisements, larger than my Brooklyn apartment, plastered in every popular subway station. It was just beyond weird to be mindlessly flipping through the latest edition of Us Weekly while getting a pedicure and come across pictures of myself.
The hair and makeup were bad enough, but that cleavage. After living with my 32 B’s for 30 years, I was pretty darn certain that those E cups were not mine. The short-lived reality show, “The Naughty Kitchen With Chef Blythe Beck,” advertised by my inflated anatomy, premiered on the Oxygen network shortly after I began to pursue my real career.
I never set out to be the next Bad Girl, Real Housewife, or Kardashian. I was working in Dallas, saving money to move to New York, where I’d been accepted at The New School’s journalism program. I’d been dabbling in real estate when my friend Megan, who managed the upscale Hotel Palomar in my Texas hometown, needed a new cocktail waitress. I was hired on the spot. I worked three nights a week, meeting fun people and making good money to fund my move. I had little reason to think anything of it when Megan mentioned hiring Blythe Beck, an infamous 28-year-old Dallas chef and local celebrity. Keep reading »
Suddenly I see what it’s all about, bronies! I totally understand how you could love My Little Pony as grown-ass adults. It’s no secret around here that Rachel and I are obsessed with weirdo Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld but he is even more adorable in pony form. My Little Karl is a piece of artwork by German sculptor/graphic artist Mari Kasurinen, who has created My Little Ponies in dozens of pop culture incarnations. Many of them are sold on her site … possibly to bronies. Check out my favorites — and yes, it was hard to whittle it down to just 20! [Mari Kasurinen]