Ehhhh, no. As if the Brad-Pitt-and-Angelina-Jolie-designed jewelry line wasn’t, um, hideous enough, now Alicia Keys, whom I love (as a singer), has launched her own jewelry line, which is called The Barber’s Daughters, and is also totes heinous. It’s so CRAFTY. [Pipeline]

According to our buddies over at Cracked, some chick flicks secretly hate women. Who’d've thunk it? After reading the list, we’d have to agree. Some movies for ladies really do appear to think less of women than you’d think. Take, for example, “Twilight.” Edward is a killer, and Bella ... doesn’t really care? When Edward says he’d like to suck Bella’s blood, Bella replies: “I trust you.” Cracked’s Erica Cantin asserts: “Any girl with the self-esteem of a shoe would call it a day right there.” Find out the other anti-women chick flicks here. [Cracked]

Some say a woman should never say “I love you” first. Now, research shows that might be a good idea, seeing as it turns out guys say “I love you” first more often than women do. Want to know why? Find out! [Lemondrop]

You may have seen photos recently of Suri Cruise running around in a pair of little high heels. She's ... 3. At first, I thought it was a Halloween thing, but she's been traipsing all over the place in them. I won't lie. They are cute. But having worn high heels for years, I know the toll they take on your feet, and I can't help but wonder about the consequences of wearing heels when your age is still in the single digits. (Remember those high heels for babies? Sure, Suri's heels are low, but she's having a hard time walking in them, clearly.

Yesterday, Oprah’s people announced the big O will be leaving her talk show. No need to get out the smelling salts, though. Her last show isn’t until 2011. Of course, it’s never too early to find a replacement. Who should be the next Oprah? Check out the top six contenders for the Oprah crown. [PopEater]

Oh, no she di’-n’t! After being crowned Miss Gay Brazil 2009, Ava Simões got her wig snatched clean off her head by a fellow PO’d contestant! And her tiara, too! Talk about a sore drag queen loser. If that had happened to me, I know I would’ve cut a fellow contestant. You do not grab my wig and run. Or, you know, I would have at least beat her with my stiletto. Dios mio! Drama ensues. [BuzzFeed]

I’m a regular watcher of TLC’s “Say Yes to the Dress.” Why? I have no idea. If you’ve never seen it, the reality show takes place at Kleinfeld Bridal, a huge bridal store in Manhattan. Each half-hour episode follows three or four brides shopping for their wedding gowns. Usually, some hijinks occur. A mom is mean to a bride! Somebody cries! A husband sees the dress before the wedding! For sure, women have diverse tastes when it comes to what to get married in, from the totally conservative to the downright weird. But there’s a certain type of bride who likes a certain type of dress. She’ll start out by saying she wants a gown with a “wow factor.” Something that “glitters.” Something that’s “over the top!” Then, she’ll mention her favorite designer by name; invariably, it’s Pnina Tornai. Take this one, for example. It’s Aphrodite meets Liberace by way of silver lamé. Fug of fantastical? Sound off in the comments. More after the jump…

Hey! The other day I brought my camera to the Frisky offices, and I took some pictures! Would you like to meet some of the Frisky editorial team? Of course you would!

First up, we have Amelia. If this site came from a womb, it was Amelia’s. [And now I am barren. Kidding!—Editor] She is our lead editor and fearless leader. One time she told me that she rules with an iron glove clutching a bouquet of flowers. Or something like that. [Iron fist of flowers, actually.] Whatever that means, it works. Meet more of the Frisky ladies after the jump!

A few years ago, I got Botox. A little here. A little there. The needle goes in. You want to scream. And a few days later, voilà! That part of your face is paralyzed. Over a couple years, I did it maybe eight times. Then I stopped. I’d had enough of injecting poison into my face. But a couple years after that, I wanted to do it again. I ponied up a few hundred dollars, lay down on the table, and got another round of botulinum toxin injected into my visage. But the unthinkable happened. It didn’t work!

First, there was Lindsay Lohan and her preposterous line of leggings. Then came mom Dina Lohan and her “Shoe-han” shoe line. SHOE-HAN? In internet-speak, I say: WTF? Now, some anonymous individual has taken it upon himself/herself to pen a faux-Dina shoe blog featuring some wackadoddle styles that would be just perfect for the 2010 Shoe-han collection set to debut on Mother’s Day. There are the Denise Richards “It’s Complicated” gold pumps, the garbage can stripper shoes, and the My Pretty Pony patent leather heels. I hope we aren’t limited to one pair. I WANT THEM ALL. [Shoehans]