Over at The Daily Beast, Alison Prato has written a column on“Breakout Blondes,” which asserts that there is some sort of tow-headed backlash against the dumb blonde stereotype going on in pop culture. Prato gave a number of examples of successful blonde women, from Taylor Swift to Dakota Fanning to Agyness Deyn (the range is astounding isn’t it?), maintaining that after a dark reign in which brunettes like Angelina Jolie ruled our collective imaginations, the fair-haired contingent was back and better than ever. There’s a multitude of reasons why this “article” rubbed me the wrong way, but I’ll just address two. Keep reading »
I was kind of skeptical about whether the “Real Housewives of New Jersey” would be able to bring the drama. After watching last night’s episode, I have no more worries. Sure, Jacqueline Laurita needs to get a backbone, and Teresa Giudice doesn’t seem to do much more than spend money, but Bravo hit the mother lode with Danielle Straub. Compared with the other housewives, including the ones in Orange County, Atlanta, and New York City, she is the ultimate villainess. Don’t let the coy smile fool you. Danielle, as one of the most divisive characters, had it totally right when she said, “You either love me or you love to hate me, there is no in between.” At this point, I don’t love or hate Danielle as a person, but I do love the drama she brings. Keep reading »
India may be the home of the Kama Sutra, but according to a new law, everyone in the country will now be forced type with both hands. Their new Information Technology Bill has officially banned internet porn, and the sentences are stiff. If you get caught red handed, the po-po can arrest you and throw you in the slammer for up to FIVE years. Plus, you could be slapped with a fine of up to 1 million rupees—which, egads, is about $20,000 smackeroos. Plus, this law has now given the authorities the right to raid any international sexy sites and comb its users for criminals. Although the penalties are soley for Indians, the bill gives the authorities jurisdiction that includes UK sites, now making Hush-Hush.com a total misnomer.
Sheesh, it’s times like these we get all patriotic. God bless America, land that I love, and where I can make sweet to love myself.[AVN via Nerve] Keep reading »
We’ve spent the last week laughing at Hayden Panettiere’s misspelled tattoo
. Perhaps if her tattoo artist had usedInfinitink
, she could have gotten that mess fixed. Infinitink is a new type of tattoo ink that uses small amounts of pigment to create the same look as regular inks. The big benefit? If you ever decide you’re not feeling your tattoo, it can be removed in one laser treatment rather than, say 12. [Time
] Keep reading »
Science has confirmed something we’ve known since middle school: Women talk more than men—about three times as much—plus we speak at a much faster rate than guys do. According to this study women spit out 20,000 words a day—that’s 13,000 more than most guys say in any given day. The reason? According to Dr. Luan Brizendine, author of The Female Brain, “Women devote more brain cells to talking than men.” She says we’re built to do this in the womb, while guys are wired differently.
Dr. Brizendine also has some other doozies for the age old Mars-versus-Venus debate. “Women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road,” she says. Meanwhile, go figure, the part of the brain she calls the ‘sex processor’ is twice as big as in men as it is in women.
So do these findings mesh with the highly scientific research you’ve done in your life? Or does this sound totally right? Keep reading »
It’s new release Tuesday, so it’s time to take the latest tunes for a spin. After the jump, Mandy Moore gets back to basics by embracing her real name. Phoenix rises again. Grizzly Bear proves for once and for all that they’re ladykillers. And Jenny Owen Youngs shows girly music can be the dopest. Keep reading »
You either are or love someone who is a “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” fan. For me, it’s my best friend AJ who once wrote “Buffy” fan-fiction and will never live it down. But in saying you’re a Buffy fan, everyone agrees it means you love the TV show, not the 1992 movie. (Which I argue was amazing purely on the basis of Luke Perry.) Yesterday, it was announced that a second “Buffy” movie is in the works—magical words fans of the show have been waiting to hear since it ended six years ago. But they were chagrined to discover that “Buffy” scribe Joss Whedon is not at all involved in this new project. Instead, the remake will be the brainchild of Fran and Kaz Kuzui, who produced the original movie. Oh, and Sarah Michelle Gellar will not be starring in this new flick. Nor will their be any Angel, Willow, Xander, or Spike in this new slayer universe. [HollywoodReporter] Keep reading »
If you’ve ever watched “Rock of Love,” you’re well aware that dating a rock star is passe. Ditto for athletes—who wants a dude whose bicep measurement is bigger than his IQ? No, there’s a new type of guy to lust after—Washington politicos. The Obama administration is ushering in a new throng of young, brilliant, and (dare we say) extremely hot politicians, and Hollywood’s leading ladies are taking notice. Rashida Jones, of “The Office” and “Parks and Recreation,” is currently dating President Obama’s chief speechwriter, Jon Favreau. Sure, he may be the one who drunkenly groped a Hillary Clinton cut-out during last year’s primary, but this dude is (a) adorable and (b) has one of the highest ranking jobs in the country even though he’s only 27. The couple made their first appearance at the White House Correspondents Dinner and have since been spotted cuddling at a hip Georgetown bar. [Celebitchy]
Then there’s “Private Practice” star Kate Walsh, who’s been getting cozy with Sean Smith, deputy assistant secretary for public affairs at the Department of Homeland Security. (You know he’s important because his title is so long.) The two were apparently “phone friends” for months, but recently went public. Sean reportedly sent her flowers the day after the Correspondents Dinner to thank her for being his date. Awww…sweet.
We hope other Hollywood ladies catch on. Here are a few more civil unions we have in mind. Keep reading »
What’s the worst thing about being a pregnant bride? Duh—you can’t drink at your own bachelorette party. Not to worry. Gun-play mecca Open Range has your back. “Are you running out of time to plan your bachelorette party?” asks a new ad. “Your bachelorette party is sure to go off with a bang at Kentucky’s coolest indoor gun range & paint ball arena.” Keep reading »