It sounds like one of those dreams you have where you’re mowing your way through a pint of ice cream and wake up and feel relieved that you didn’t just binge, only, it’s real. Kippy’s Ice Cream Shop, a vegan ice cream place in Los Angeles, has announced the first ever Ice Cream Cleanse. For $240, you get five pints of raw coconut-based ice cream in flavors like Orange Crème, Dark Chocolate with Himalayan Fire Salt and Superfood Ice Cream, meant to be consumed over four days. In addition to the ice cream, you are allowed to have organic, raw meals such as an avocado with mango and lemon juice, a salad or green juice if you’re starving. But really now, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve lived through Diet Tab and the cookie diet. How can 1,200 calories, 70 grams of fat and 125 grams of sugar a day be healthy for you? Keep reading »
So you’ve finally found The One (or at least The One For The Foreseeable Future) and you’ve committed to a serious relationship. Now what? In our weekly column, Life After Dating, women discuss the unique joys and challenges of coupledom.
When Jeff and I moved in together — after six months of dating — it was out of convenience. My roommates were two dudes, one of which powdered his balls in the bathroom and made fun of my underwear hang-drying in the laundry room. Jeff was a musician living with his bandmates. His place was basically the apartment equivalent of tour bus — a bunch of guys rotating from futon to couch. There was a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon and not very much food in the fridge. We both wanted out. We wanted to escape our situations. We were 22. There were no long discussions about the future or what living together or breaking up would mean. There was mutual, “OK. Let’s do it.” A week later, we found a place a few blocks away and before we knew it, we were eating pizza off of our very own repurposed crate/ coffee table like a real adult couple. Keep reading »
I promised I would scream it from the hilltops when Amtrak made their writers’ residency program official. Well, this is me screaming it from the hilltops. On Saturday, the railway announced its official #AmtrakResidency, which will allow for up to 24 writers to take long-distance trains to work on their projects. Residences will last 2-5 days, and all applications are due by March 31st.
“Each writer’s round-trip journey will include accommodations on board a sleeper car equipped with a bed, a desk and outlets. We hope this experience will inspire creativity and most importantly fuel your sense of adventure!” says Amtrak’s blog. Keep reading »
As you may have heard if you utilize the Internet whatsoever, Lindsay Lohan has a brand new reality show on Oprah‘s network, OWN. It’s ostensibly about her redemption after getting a bunch of DUIs, allegedly stealing from others, and spending a rather remarkable amount of money, but in reality (ha), it’s still just another program where nothing feels genuine and the characters are, well, characters.
Naturally, the whole thing has been fascinating to a lot of people (myself included), because as difficult as I find it to sympathize with somebody who’s experienced a startling amount of wealth, fame and special treatment. Check out some of the funnier, sadder and more poignant responses on The Gloss…
It’s really difficult to talk about the end of a relationship when you haven’t exactly had a breakup.
“Well, how did it end?” someone inevitably asks.
“Umm … I left him a heart-wrenching voicemail,” seems too embarrassing an answer.
I dated someone for more than eight months until he completely ghosted. I honestly thought this only happened to relationships in their infancy, after maybe a few dates — eight months seems like it deserves a breakup phone call at the very least. But he had stopped answering my calls and texts right around Christmastime, and I was left with no other option. Show up on his doorstep and demand some answers? Nah, not my style. So, I left a long voicemail explaining that clearly things were over, and I’d love to talk about it with him if he could summon some basic decency.
And I never heard from him. Keep reading »
Horror stories from barely-legal models about working with photographer Terry Richardson are becoming more common. Now, a woman has posted yet another story about the renowned photographer hooking up with one of his young photography subjects, this time pressuring the then-19-year-old into aggressive sex and then allegedly ejaculating on her face. Keep reading »
I am decisively “meh” on Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In foundation and its focus on a feminist movement driven by/benefiting capitalism, but I can get behind their latest PSA campaign to ban the word “bossy,” as it’s frequently used to describe and diminish ambitious women. Beyonce is down with it too, appearing in the PSA above (along with Jennifer Garner, Diane von Furstenberg, and Condoleezza Rice, amongst others) in which she states, “I’m not bossy. I’m the boss.” I just decided that Beyonce needs to do a song called “Bossy,” with that line as a lyric. And then it can be added to her soundboardt. Please? [NYMag.com]
I don’t want to jinx anything, but Nick and I miiiiiiiight be buying a house soon. Like, really soon. The house in question is a super cute ’50s cottage in Nashville. It’s pretty perfect, although the kitchen needs some updates, which is why all of a sudden “kitchen makeovers” and “cool kitchen renovations” have become my internet porn of choice (and if there’s a sudden influx of home design content on The Frisky, well, now you know why). Here are 15 kitchens of wildly different styles and budgets that are currently making me drool. Turquoise cabinets, come to mama!
These days, people seem impressed when they hear that someone has three kids: “Oh, wow, three!” If you come from an actually big family, this is nothing. Three is how many kids were in the house when a couple of your older siblings went off to college. Five, eight, even 10 kids? That’s a big family. >We both come from big families — Winona the oldest, Jess the youngest — so we know what we’re talking about. It wasn’t exactly like “Keeping Up The The Kardashians” or “The Brady Bunch,” but sometimes … it kind of was. After the jump, 11 things that we know to be true about big families.
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