Oh sweet Wednesdays, alleviating the happy hangovers of last weekend and preparing us for the crazy times that will be this weekend’s Halloween candy-corn binge. Just like the neighborhood kids, your favorite celebrities are also playing make-believe — although not voluntarily — in the pages of this week’s tabloids. Once again, we’ve compiled the super true-ish stories from this week’s ‘bloids for your unembarrassed perusal. Enjoy, cause this week’s are pretty major. Keep reading »
We’ve opposed it, but tights continue to be viewed as pants by many. And, last spring, jeans fused with leggings to become “jeggings.” Now, exercise apparel company Athleta is trying to sell us on their Bettona Pant, “a yoga pant that thinks it’s a jean.” With a faux fly, rivets at the pockets, and contrast stitching, these pants have jean-like details but are made from a stretchy, sweat-wicking, breathable fabric with an antimicrobial finish. Sorry, but we don’t get it. Why can’t tights just be tights, and leggings just be leggings, and jeans just be jeans, and yoga pants just be yoga pants?! Can we stop combining clothes and trying to give them multiple functions? [Athleta] Keep reading »
Another day, another celebrity confesses to once being a meth head. Earlier this week, it was Jodie Sweetin of “Full House” who came clean about her drug use. Now tennis legend Andre Agassi is confessing that, back in the late ’90s, he used meth, too. In his autobiography (out Nov. 9), Agassi explains that he was stressed over not playing well and his rocky relationship with Brooke Shields. He was sitting on the couch with his assistant, who asked Andre if he wanted to get high.
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Dear Missionary Position,
You don’t get any respect. People think you’re old-fashioned, or bland or submissive. The other positions are more popular than you are. Flashy pornos feature kinkier ways to go at it, and popular magazines feature sex positions that would make a carnie contortionist reach for the Ben Gay. Some of those positions are just balancing acts for acrobatic show-offs more interested in human Jenga than sex. And then there’s Shakespeare, who called you the “beast with two backs.” Don’t worry, I don’t believe he wrote all those dull old plays himself either. Keep reading »
Attention Levi Johnston
: show us your wang in Playgirl
or go back to your kid in Wasilla. We’re tired of you complaining publicly about Sarah Palin
, especially since you don’t have any new dirt! Keep reading »
I know that this might sound like something outdated from a ladymag—but sometimes when getting dressed for a date, I purposefully wear what I call my “conversation piece,” a necklace that belonged to my grandmother. It’s a twisted gold chain that holds an ancient Roman coin pendant. I love this necklace and wear it a lot anyhow, but I’ve also come to find that an unusually high number of guys ask me about it. As the pattern developed, grandma’s necklace has become pretty useful in assessing and creating dialogues with guys when I’m on a date. (If, that is, the subject comes up. I’m not saying I wear this piece of jewelry to fill up pauses in the conversation, like, “Look, look at my necklace! Want to hear about it?”) Keep reading »
One of the most frequently asked questions I hear since my now-husband and I got engaged earlier this year isn’t “When are you guys going to have kids?” or “Are you keeping your name?” Rather, it’s this: “So, are you going to convert?” I was raised Lutheran, you see, my husband is Jewish, and the answer is “no.” The longer answer is: “No, but we’re going to raise our children Jewish.” And the funny — and truthful — answer is: “No, I’m not going to convert, but my sister is!” Keep reading »
When I was leaving for college, my high school friends predicted two things would occur once I fled the nest, away from my WASP-y parents: 1) I’d become a chain smoker to complete my poetry-reading, philosophy-pondering image, and 2) I’d get it on with girls.
After four years at hippie-dippy NYU, surprisingly, neither of these predictions came true. Alas, while I still have no interest whatsoever in getting lung cancer, I do still have an interest in hooking up with girls. Except these days, I’m pretty much convinced it’s never going to happen. Keep reading »