Yesterday, Ryan Murphy announced that, after the upcoming season, he’d be letting three of the principal characters of “Glee” go: Lea Michele (Rachel Berry), Cory Monteith (Finn Hudson), and Chris Colfer (Kurt Hummel). The reasoning? They would be graduating from McKinley High, and Murphy wants to keep the show true to life and not have students stick around for eight years. But apparently, these dismissals were news to the actors. Chris Colfer—who was just nommed for an Emmy for the show—said he found out via Twitter. “I didn’t necessarily know that it was going to be our last season next year,” he said. “I don’t necessarily want to leave so soon. But, I mean, it’s fine. It’s what it is. And all things come to an end.” [NY Daily News]
Not so fast. It appears that two of these three won’t be hitting the unemployment line. Keep reading »
Most of us were busy solidifying our personalities when we were six, not solidifying our plans for retirement from pageantry. At age six, “Toddlers and Tiaras‘” Eden Wood has eclipsed spray tans and flippers. The little diva feels that her 300 wins on the circuit are enough to launch her into superstardom. She’s onto to bigger and better things in the Biz — a canopy bed collection, a memoir (aptly entitled From Cradle to Crown) , an action figure, a mall tour, and of course, her singing career starting with her singles “Cutie Patootie” and “Under Puppy.” Eh, let Eden go pursue her “destiny” as her manager /mother Mickie puts it. The only “Toddlers and Tiaras” star I care about is Eden’s rival, devil child and Ni Ni enthusiast, Mackenzie. Someone give that child her own show already! [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
It all ends today. And by “it,” of course, I mean our decade-long love affair with the Harry Potter movies. For those young adults who came of age with Harry, what’s ending is an era. I am one of them – I was 11 when the first book was released, and 19 when the last one came out – and though I’m a bigger fan of the books than of the movies, I can’t help but feel a bittersweet blend of sadness and excitement as it all winds down.
We grew up as Harry grew up, and though none of us was involved in a good-versus-evil, civil-rights-metaphor fight-to-the-death with a vicious tyrant, we still saw ourselves in Harry and in his friends. We learned a lot from these books. For example, that sometimes, nice guys finish first and smart girls get the guy. We learned about motherhood and feminism. We learned that love is the answer to almost every question, and if “love” doesn’t work, try “expelliarmus!”
And more recently, as the cast of the movies has been hitting the red carpet to promote the movie, we have learned about the glory of being a late bloomer. Keep reading »
“It’s an interesting phenomenon, being the bad guy. If you think about it, the bad guy is always the hero in his own story. Here I am, ridding the world of the kind of people who are perpetually at Walmart and who fangirl Gilderoy Lockhart, and suddenly I’m ‘evil.’ Refusing to change my beliefs because popular opinion does not agree is praised when the person doing it isn’t also attempting to enslave the nonmagical race. … The point is that the Dark Lord does what he wants. If you don’t like my condescending attitude, bite me.”
—Lord Voldemort, err, He Who Shall Not Be Named shares his feelings on the “Harry Potter” franchise ending on The Daily Beast. But apparently this is not goodbye—you can still follow the dude on Twitter. Just not if you’ve been to Walmart in the past 365 days. [Daily Beast] Keep reading »
What goes on in the bedroom has long been considered the “artistic” province of male writers. (Cough Philip Roth cough.) When women write about sex? That’s just slutty! Well, not anymore: Erica Jong has edited Sugar in My Bowl: Real Women Write About Real Sex, a collection of essays, short stories and even one short play about women’s experiences with sex: sex and alcoholism, sex and new motherhood, even sex and Catholic school. (Jong is, of course, most famous for her iconic ’70s novel Fear of Flying, about a young woman’s sexual awakening.) “The Vagina Monologue”‘s Eve Ensler, New York Times columnist Gail Collins, and Jong’s own daughter, Molly Jong-Fast, all opened up about bumpin’ uglies for this scintillating book we couldn’t put down. Sugar In My Bowl may not be better than the big O, but it sure comes close.
There’s no eloquent way to talk about bush, or for those of you who prefer to be anatomically correct, pubic hair. But some terms for ladies’ pubic regions are far more inappropriate than others. For example, a certain Frisky employee who shall remained unnamed, referred to her own bush as a “fur pie.” As in, “I am off to get my fur pie waxed.” I had never heard the term before and I hope never to hear it again. After the jump, a list of unapproved names for a woman’s bush. Keep reading »