Judging by these promos, Gabourey Sidibe‘s hosting gig on “Saturday Night Live” is going to involve a lot of guns and Andy Samberg with his pants off. (But hopefully not so much high-pitched screaming.) But you know what this means, guys? There’ll actually be a black woman on “SNL” — not just Kenan Thompson in lipstick and a wig. Keep reading »
A dominatrix: all of us know what one is. But let’s be honest: few of us actually know a woman who earns her living as one (that we’re aware of, anyway). But you’ll become, ahem, intimately familiar with one after reading the recently published book, Whip Smart: A Memoir, by Melissa Febos.
Febos, who nowadays teaches writing and literature at SUNY Purchase College in New York, was just a college student looking to earn extra cash at a Manhattan dungeon. But surprisingly, something about domme-ing men for money appealed to her. Febos — who was also busy acquiring, and then kicking, a heroin addiction — spat, spanked and insulted her way through clients for a whole four years before she left the dominatrix life for good.
I spoke with Febos about what initially drew her to sex work, how she broke the news to mom and dad that she was a dominatrix (yes, they knew!), and what she did with all those kinky clothes when she finally hung up her whip. Keep reading »
It’s new music Tuesday, so it’s time to take the latest jams for a spin. As you can see, this is the week of the apple. Sweet Apple is a rad new supergroup featuring J Mascis of Dinosaur Jr. and The Apples In Stereo are boogying down with Elijah Wood. Speaking of the fruit of temptation, Rufus Wainwright embraces his dark, vixen side. Then, from Europe, we’ve got retro gals Kate Nash and V.V. Brown bringing back the 20th century, with a twist. The much hyped Kissaway Trail takes us to Sleep Mountain. And last but not least, there’s another Aqualung. But the dude is so shy, there is no video of his sweet new track, “Fingertips.” So Google that magic on your own. Now, get those heaphones on, girl, cause after the jump, we’re gonna get down! Keep reading »
Even though Madge said she’s not a fan of “Glee,” she’s changed her tune after an advanced screening of tonight’s episode, an homage to the Material Girl, calling it “brilliant on every level.” I hope she plans on sending them a case of Kabbalah water to make up for her impropriety. So what should we expect tonight? Well, we already know about Jane Lynch’s amazing “Vogue” remake. But ever since the song list was leaked, my mind has been abuzz with other possibilities for the wall-to-wall Madonna episode. After the jump, tonight’s soundtrack and our predictions for the plot lines that accompany them. [Fox] Keep reading »
The show “Cheaters,” which, amazingly, is in its 10th season, is pretty nasty. It airs on The CW Plus and G4TV so perhaps you haven’t seen it—but the basic concept is that a spouse who believes their significant other is doing the horizontal polka with someone else asks for help catching their partner with their pants down. The Cheaters Detective Agency investigates, gathers proof, and while the spouse is physically with whomever they are cheating with, they give the episode’s complainant the chance to confront them. It’s basically like an episode of “Jerry Springer,” in real time.
Well, this show is about to take the nastiness to a whole ‘nother level. Keep reading »
Sorry folks, but I am officially obsessed with watching Kate Gosselin‘s sad “Dancing with the Stars” routines. Last night, she and partner Tony fox trotted to “Don’t You Forget About Me” from “The Breakfast Club.” And it was … well, let’s just say that a blow-up doll would have brought more energy to it. I kind of love Carrie Ann’s comment that the dance was like “the Charlie Brown teacher’s. It’s like wah wah wah wah wah.” Please let her get voted off soon. For her own sake. Keep reading »
If you had a vagina in the early ’90s, chances are you read the bestselling relationship book, Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, by John Gray. The book tried to explain the male gender and their supposed inability to talk about emotions based on the concept that men and women are so, so different that we may as well be from from completely different planets! More than a few people — men and women — found this characterization reductive and offensive. But Men Are From Mars went on to sell 50 million copies worldwide, so who really cares, right? Keep reading »
It’s really beautiful outside, yet this doesn’t make me want to leave the house to frolic in the sun. I think it’s because I’m depressed and it just seems like nature is laughing at me. Fortunately, my best friend, TV, is here to cheer me up. This week, there are the premieres of “Romantically Challenged” and “Party Down,” the finales of “Damages” and “Project Runway,” a live reunion special for “The Millionaire Matchmaker,” and the Madonna “Glee” episode. Suck it, sun. Keep reading »
Back when I had a boyfriend, sometimes I would get wild and give him lap dances. Usually, the required playlist was filled with poppy tunes like Britney Spears‘ “Slave 4 U” or some raunchy old-school Madonna song. Mazzy Star was typically not on that list, though I did enjoy the occasional sweet roll in the hay to Hope Sandoval’s sexy crooning. The extremely talented woman in this video, however, has managed to turn Mazzy Star’s “Fade Into You” into the most magnetic strip show routine ever. Jessica, where did you take your pole dancing class again and can I come next time? Keep reading »
Carrie Bradshaw and the gang have come a loooong way since the first season of “Sex and the City” premiered on HBO in 1998. That first episode — with its interstitial voiceovers from minor characters, which thankfully didn’t make it out of the first season, unfortunate hair, sometimes wacky outfits and Carrie chain-smoking in her studio apartment — is what made America fall in love with Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. These were four single women living, working, loving and partying in the playground of New York City. We could have been like them. They were a version of us with cooler jobs and a seemingly endless capacity to wear four inch heels, but we could aspiringly relate to them. But now, things are different. Read more … Keep reading »