Now that Barack Obama has chosen Joe Biden as his running mate — and he’s due to speak tonight at the DNC — we decided to indulge our curiosity about his wife Jill. Is she as awesome as Michelle? Does she have a steely stare like Cindy McCain? Does she appreciate a pantsuit? Here’s the scoop on the potential Mrs. Vice-President.
FAMILY: Born Jill Jacobs in 1951, Jill is actually Joe Biden’s second wife. His first wife, Neilia died in a car accident, along with their baby daughter Naomi, in 1972, shortly after he was elected to the Senate. Joe Biden was actually sworn into office at the bedside of his young son Beau, who was also injured in the crash. Five years later, Jill and Joe were married in the Roman Catholic Church. The two met after he saw her picture in a local paper, and by coincidence his brother set him up with her. Jill raised his boy Beau and Robert as if they were her own — the two even included the boys in the wedding ceremony and took them on the honey moon — and also welcomed daughter Ashley. They now also are grandparents to five and live in Biden’s state of Delaware. Joe Biden is known for making the long commute from D.C. to Delaware every night to be with his family.
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Working out sounds good in theory: tighten up your bod, wear comfy, colorful spandex clothes in public guilt -free, and get your endorphins going. But it’s ads like this one for David Barton Gym that reaffirm my commitment to my flabby physique. It makes working out seem like more of a spectator sport than a personal challenge. The creepy tagline, “I’d pay to see you sweat,” sends a chill up my spine even without some pervy lurker staring at me, breathing harder than me trying to work a Stairmaster. Seriously, this gym sounds like the Creepmaster 2000. The ad makes me want to keep my clothes on, save the membership fees and turn the lights off when I get naked. Problem solved! Gee, who would have thought a gym ad would make me feel a strong sense of body acceptance. [Ad Week] Keep reading »
Full-disclosure: I did not vote for Hillary Clinton, for a variety of reasons, none of which I’ll get into here. But as a female, I was happy to see how close a woman got to winning the nomination, even though I didn’t personally want her to win it. After watching her speech last night at the Democratic National Convention, which I found to be profoundly moving, funny, and strong, I was struck by how important her role in this election truly was — love her or hate her, Clinton had an immense impact on history, as the first woman who almost captured the nomination for President of the United States. “My mother was born before women could vote,” Clinton said. “But in this election my daughter got to vote for her mother for president.” Keep reading »
The city of Denver’s official website says there are about 50,000 people attending the 2008 Democratic National Convention, including delegates, visitors, politicians and media. That’s a whole lot of people. And what do these people do, besides wave signs that read, “Unity” and shout “Yes, we can!”? They consume food and beverages and, therefore, have to relieve themselves a lot. The New York Post reports that despite efforts for equal restroom rights at the Pepsi Center, men have fewer toilets and urinals than women, but they take half as much time to go, so women will still have longer to wait. My recommendation for delegates sandwiched in the convention hall who don’t want to miss any of Bill Clinton’s speech tonight? Depends.
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Lo Bosworth has managed to go from funny, affable dumb-but-in-a-cute-way best friend to totally bitchy and evil in a matter of episodes. Lo reminds me of the girls in high school who, even while they’re chatting with you, were totally judging your outfit and your hair and what you were eating. On last night’s episode of The Hills, it’s the aftermath of the Lo/Audrina talk/fight, where Audrina basically told Lo she didn’t give a hoot about being friends with her and Lo passive aggressively laid the blame for their mutual awkwardness on Audrina. I sort of thought Audrina was harsh, until last night, when it because clear that Lo is just not as adorable and funny as we thought — girlfriend undresses you with her eyes, to the point where all you want to do is leave — and that’s what Audrina did. Keep reading »
So, that priest who organized the Miss Sister Italy contest? Well, his superiors, including the local bishop, weren’t happy with his innovative way of calling attention and praise to nuns and he had to suspend his project. “It was interpreted as more of a physical thing,” Father Antonio Rungi said. “Now, no one is saying that nuns can’t be beautiful, but I was thinking about something more complete.” [Reuters] Keep reading »
If I could still do a cartwheel without hurting myself, I would. Just watching Shawn Johnson do those amazing gymnastic-tastic moves at the Olympics made me hearken back to a time when I would spend recess walking on my hands without worrying that my shirt was covering my face instead of my mosquito bites. Sigh, those were the days. But sadly, a grade school in Australia has banned “dangerous” cartwheels and handstands in an attempt to avoid injuries. Needless to say, parents are baffled and kids are bummed. What’s next: banning writing because it could cause carpal tunnel? Outlawing hopscotch because you could sprain your ankle?
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