“I find it a little baffling when Americans get so gaga-eyed over a princess. In particularly Lady Di, who was just this anorexic, bulimic narcissist.”
– Ann Coulter doesn’t mince words when discussing Princess Diana and Americans’ fascination with the royal family. Something tells me if she wasn’t already unwelcome in the U.K., she certainly is now. [The Insider] Keep reading »
Photographer Anna Skladmann’s new book, Little Adults, gives us a peak inside the secret, privileged world of some of Russia’s wealthiest children. Kids like Vadim, pictured here, in bowtie and peacoat, enjoying the view from his terrace in Moscow. Says Skladmann: “Vadim asked me how many photos I was planning to shoot, and I answered ‘maximum 10.’ As the flash lit up, he slowly counted to 10 in his head. After the 10 frames of my first roll were finished, he went back inside, put on his pajamas and asked for a cup of tea so he could sit in front of his television in peace. Naturally, I had wanted to shoot 10 rolls of film, not just 10 frames.” [The New Yorker] Keep reading »
On July 4, the world’s finest female competitive eaters will declare their independence.
For the first time ever, top-ranking female hot dog eaters will have the table to themselves in a women-only competition at the Nathan’s Famous International Hot Dog Eating Contest in Coney Island, N.Y.
Though many see competitive eating as a man’s game, female competitors have long eaten alongside men — occasionally even besting stars like Joey “Jaws” Chestnut and Tim “Eater X” Janus in contests. But this year, officials from Nathan’s Famous and Major League Eating, the organization that oversees most exhibitions of professional gluttony, made the not uncontroversial move to host separate contests for men and women. Read more… Keep reading »
The hotel maid who accused Dominique Strauss-Kahn of sexual assault was tape recorded on the phone within a day of the attack telling a man in prison, something like “Don’t worry, this guy has a lot of money. I know what I’m doing,” according to a source who spoke to The New York Times. This comes on top of this revelation, which piggy-bagged off yesterday’s bombshell that she had been dishonest about details in her asylum application from Guinea, including a gang rape. The accuser also had several shady deposits into her bank account, totaling near $100,000, from various men.
But wait, there’s more: The New York Post headline this morning is “DSK MAID A HOOKER.” Sources tell the tabloid the accuser works as a prostitute in the hotel, cleaning rooms but also sleeping with guests. The paper quoted a source “close to the investigation” who said, “There is information . . . of her getting extraordinary tips, if you know what I mean. And it’s not for bringing extra f**king towels.” It should be noted, however, that the New York Times has not reported that the accuser is a prostitute, only the Post. Keep reading »
I’ve been obsessing about where and when I would have my first close encounter of the third kind since middle school. My teacher, Mr. Vice, was a little bit of an alien conspiracy theorist. His bulletin boards were covered with clippings from the National Enquirer, which at the time, mostly did articles about Oprah being fat and alien/Bigfoot/Loch Ness Monster sightings. He spent our four hours a week together showing us an array of videos — “Aliens and the Mayans,” “The Truth About Roswell,” Aliens in Ancient Egypt,” “Crop Circles: An Extraterrestrial Playground.” When I started sleeping on my parent’s floor in the middle of seventh grade (I convinced myself that our back yard doubled as a UFO landing strip, I mean we did live in Arizona) they pulled me out of the gifted program. I tried to push images of flying saucer abductions out of my mind as I drifted off to sleep. My parents told me it would never happen, that Mr. Vice was a lunatic. Maybe Mr. Vice wasn’t crazy, maybe he was a man before his time, or even an alien himself sent to prepare us for his race’s arrival. Keep reading »