“It’s an interesting phenomenon, being the bad guy. If you think about it, the bad guy is always the hero in his own story. Here I am, ridding the world of the kind of people who are perpetually at Walmart and who fangirl Gilderoy Lockhart, and suddenly I’m ‘evil.’ Refusing to change my beliefs because popular opinion does not agree is praised when the person doing it isn’t also attempting to enslave the nonmagical race. … The point is that the Dark Lord does what he wants. If you don’t like my condescending attitude, bite me.”
—Lord Voldemort, err, He Who Shall Not Be Named shares his feelings on the “Harry Potter” franchise ending on The Daily Beast. But apparently this is not goodbye—you can still follow the dude on Twitter. Just not if you’ve been to Walmart in the past 365 days. [Daily Beast] Keep reading »
Fact: women are too often judged solely on their appearance, and treated differently based on how they measure up to men’s ideas of what they should look like. This much is obvious, and I’m sure the majority of us here applaud the women who stood up and continue to stand up to this offensive treatment that reduces women to just one aspect of who they are, while ignoring their many other strengths. But—there had to be a “but”—women should acknowledge that they often do the same thing to men—not based on looks as much as on our jobs, careers, and success. Keep reading »
What goes on in the bedroom has long been considered the “artistic” province of male writers. (Cough Philip Roth cough.) When women write about sex? That’s just slutty! Well, not anymore: Erica Jong has edited Sugar in My Bowl: Real Women Write About Real Sex, a collection of essays, short stories and even one short play about women’s experiences with sex: sex and alcoholism, sex and new motherhood, even sex and Catholic school. (Jong is, of course, most famous for her iconic ’70s novel Fear of Flying, about a young woman’s sexual awakening.) “The Vagina Monologue”‘s Eve Ensler, New York Times columnist Gail Collins, and Jong’s own daughter, Molly Jong-Fast, all opened up about bumpin’ uglies for this scintillating book we couldn’t put down. Sugar In My Bowl may not be better than the big O, but it sure comes close.
A bandana, giant hoops, tats, eyeliner (used on the lips), and a switchblade is all it takes to transform Julia Roberts into a hardcore chola. When is this movie happening? It would be way more interesting than “Larry Crowne.” [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
Most of us recall the vague sense of pain accompanied by pining for a man who would never know we exist. Luckily, many of our crushes of yore seem much less intimidating now. We’ve come a long way since we got popcorn stuck in our braces while watching Nickelodeon. Click through to see what’s become of our ’90s teenybopper crushes.
Most of us recall the vague sense of pain accompanied by pining for a man who would never know we exist. Luckily, many of our crushes of yore seem much less intimidating now. We’ve come a long way since we got popcorn stuck in our braces while watching Nickelodeon. Click through to see what’s become of our ’90s teenybopper crushes. Keep reading »