After many years of function, my record player bit the dust last week. In trying to find a replacement, I ran across this bad boy over at Urban Outfitters. The deal? You mount this sucker to the wall and it lets you play records vertically. In other words, it masquerades as art on an empty wall and lets you clear off valuable counterspace. It’s one half old-fashioned, one half totally new-fangled. Just my speed. As in 33 or 45 rotations per minute.
“[Alcoholism] was bigger than me. It was definitely going to kill me. I remember sitting on my bed. I swear, I don’t know what death feels like, but I felt like my spirit was trying to leave my body. I really didn’t care about myself. I was borderline suicidal. I was like the walking dead; just smoking and drinking and hanging. I remember saying a prayer: ‘Send me someone to help me.’ … I stopped drinking. It was will power. It was prayer. It was really hard. But, I cared so much about [my now-husband Kendu Isaacs], I didn’t want to be just this alcoholic burden on him. He doesn’t deserve for me to be some slum-bucket alcoholic, and so I took responsibility and I cleaned up, as much as I could. But it was hard.”
—Mary J. Blige tells “Behind The Music” how she felt close to death as an alcoholic and explains how she finally defeated the disease’s hold on her. Since the episode just aired, it’s hard not to view it in light of Amy Winehouse‘s death, especially given that Winehouse died alone in bed. If only she’d been able to turn her addictions around, too. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
As some of you may have read, my dude and I split last week due to religious differences. You’ll be glad to know that I am on the mend; actually I’m feeling pretty good. I caught up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while, cleaned out every nook and cranny of my bedroom, and indulged in habanero margaritas. Everything was fine until a friend asked if she could set me up with someone. That was when the panic set in. Oh crap, I have to date again at some point? I had forgotten about that. Maybe I am just more prone to neurosis than the average gal, but I have a list of things I dread about the early stages of dating, my worst case scenarios checklist, if you will. After the jump, the most anxiety provoking things about the early stages of dating. Can’t we just skip over all this crap and get to the comfortable part?
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Dear Platform Shoes,
I have an issue that I need to resolve with you, but I want to do it in a sensitive and productive way so I’m going to try to use “I-statements.” Did you ever learn about “I-statements,” Platforms? According to my 7th grade health textbook, you can solve any problem by simply filling in the blanks to this sentence: “When you _______, I feel _______.” Example: “When you borrow my favorite sweater without asking, I feel sad.” Or maybe “When you talk about Justin Bieber, I feel old.”
So here it is, Platforms: When you are the only type of shoe available at every shoe store, I feel cheated out of my inalienable right to a wide variety of heels… Keep reading »
There are three hobbies in particular that a guy can have that are guaranteed to make me consider him a candidate for the (still open!) position of “Future Baby Daddy”: surfing (moan!), cooking (swoon!), and anything involving wood (faint!). You will find those hobbies on the sexy side of this approval matrix of dude hobbies. (Please note that my idea of “brawny” is anything that’s mostly physical in nature. “Artsy” applies to anything that’s, duh, art-related and/or nerdy or intellectual. Just so we’re clear.) For the record, I think having any hobby is awesome and admirable — but some of them are just more girl boner-inducing than others, ya know? Check out more Get A Hobby Week content here! Keep reading »