According to new research, we should stop drinking cows’ milk and start drinking donkeys’ milk if we want to stay young and svelte. Asses’ nectar is thought to have many beneficial properties including preventing wrinkles and acne, regulating body weight, lowering blood fats that clog arteries, providing high quantities of omega-3 oils, and keeping energy levels up throughout the day. Okay, sure. Why not? As long as it doesn’t taste funky, I’m in. Now where do I find an ass to milk? [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
Warning: the following blog post will make you stabby. Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the ex-chief of the International Monetary Fund who is accused of sexually assaulting a New York City hotel maid, may argue in court that the victim was a prostitute who threatened to blackmail him. The Sun reports that Strauss-Kahn’s defense team will claim the maid “seduced” him and then demanded cash for sex. The defense may also argue that Strauss-Kahn’s semen found on the maid’s clothes indicate what went down was consensual, not a sexual assault (although that logic makes no sense to me).
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“I don’t have much to say to you. I know that you know what you did was wrong … You did it with full knowledge. But I want you to know that I have a wonderful life.”
—Elizabeth Smart faces Brian David Mitchell, the man who kidnapped her at age 14 and forced her to be his second wife for nine months, at his sentencing yesterday. He received life in prison after being convicted of felony kidnapping and unlawful transportation of a minor across state lines for the purpose of engaging in sexual activity. We are so proud of Elizabeth for being able to say this to him nine years later and for being able to move on with her life and heal. [People] Keep reading »
Last month, I went on an amazing trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina. Only a not so amazing thing happened at one of the hotels where I stayed. I went to bed after a night of tango dancing, and sometime circa 2 a.m., I woke up to what felt like a pin prick on my hand. “What the eff,” I thought, turning on the lamp by the bed. I saw that my hand was covered in a series of bug bites that were in precise, straight lines. Each had three bites—the telltale sign of bed bugs. I lifted up the sheet and—bam—there were two tiny bugs that looked like small, brown ticks. Gross, disgusting bed bugs! After a few minutes of freaking out, I calmly went to the desk and explained what was going on. The dude at the desk hardly seemed surprised—he offered to wash my clothes in hot water and book me a room at another hotel since there were no more open rooms.
I was terrified of bringing bed bugs home with me. Keep reading »